Talking to Walls

Can I confess to you?
I know we hardly know one another. You are always busy and
so am I,
And maybe that’s the problem.
I’ve outrun my life – left behind all connection
to friends and family
until there is nothing left but this hollow house
and the cats.
And a career that is too gone-to-seed for future glory.
Now, I have little to say,
but maybe if I tell you all about it
something will come up.

The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.