Alone

I’m not entirely sure where this flash fiction piece came from. To a certain degree, I’m like this, but I definitely know my self worth. I’m still having a lot of trouble coming up with ideas for stories that aren’t directly related to The Histories by Herodotus.

I’m about thirty pages away from finishing, so hopefully when I pick up something new, It’ll get me back in the fiction mode. I want to read There There by Tommy Orange next. I love everything that involves Native American culture so I think this will be a great start for my 2019 reading list. For now, I hope you enjoy this story.

Alone

He tried to please everyone, but he knew that at some point his luck would run out. It was a flaw he couldn’t get past. If he knew someone hated him, he’d do everything in his power to please that person. He just couldn’t live with himself knowing that someone didn’t like him.

It wasn’t even an ego thing either. He didn’t think he was special. He was empathetic to a fault. When he finally got someone to reconsider, someone else would feel the same way. There was no real way of finding a balance. How could anyone give everyone his/her undivided attention at all times?

The harder he tried, the easier it was for everyone else to expect that treatment. And when they didn’t get it, they felt something was wrong. He picked up on it and felt like he needed to try harder. He spent so much time trying to make everyone happy that he never had the chance to sit down and think about what made him happy.

And he’d go about his life like this for as long as he lived. What did it matter? He was old enough now to decide on his own what his life would turn into? If he somehow managed to succeed, he’d be commended for his efforts. People would remember him as that guy who always treated everyone with the respect they deserved, which was enough.

What he didn’t realize when he grew old, when he needed those people around him, they weren’t there. They never felt like they needed to be. He wouldn’t give them a chance. There was no time for real friends and family and a wife and kids. He died alone, and no one ever visited his unmarked grave, which he said is what he always wanted.

2018 Winter Issue of Come and Go Literary

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