Thinking about it wasn’t enough anymore.
I had to do it.
I had to act on my thoughts.
In my fantasies.
I’d been trying my best to bury my thoughts.
Bury them so far inside me that I wouldn’t even remember that they were there.
But I wasn’t able to.
Finally, the day came when fantasy wasn’t enough.
And I had to act.
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Categories: flash fiction