30 Days of Fiction, Day #17: You Get Email
Kept every one of your emails. Printed all of them. Bound them into a book. Read them every night. Cried remembering. Got mad forgetting. Ate pages I didn't like. Read the scraps in the toilet. Turned two you sent me on a Tuesday into paper planes and tossed them out the window. Bled on one after an accident from a razor. Years later, the place flooded, and the first thing I looked for was the book of our life together told through your emails. Found it swollen and ruined, floating in the bathroom, the ink having fled the crime scene.
Time: 11 minutes
Word count: 100