The light glowed out of the fog as it turned.

He knocked the door.

An old man answered. ‘I was expecting Donnie.’

‘He quit.’

He led him inside. ‘You need a tour?’

‘I’ll figure it out.’

‘Fair enough. See you in a month.’

The solitude enveloped him. Bliss. Lockdown had shown him the path to true happiness.

Not at first, when she was there, every second of every day.

But once she’d gone, he’d finally understood. He was a solitudinarian at heart.

And no one would look for him here.

Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt, hosted by SammiScribbles. This week’s prompt was: Solitudinarian. Click on the link to read more stories by other writers.

If you’re interested in finding out more about my ‘State Trilogy’ novels, I blogged about them all month through April as part of the A-Z Challenge, and you can find all the posts so far HERE.


  1. Very nice. 🙂 It definitely works with the theme. I remember commenting on another work of your flash fiction in the past that I didn’t think I could write something so short. You told me I should try it. Well, maybe I might. I still haven’t tried flash fiction, but I’ve been busy with a few short stories and poems lately.

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      • Thank you. I’ve been looking into that. I see there are a bunch of challenges out there for flash fiction and poetry, etc. Really, really short fiction is a new thing to me, but then again, I recently wrote a haiku on a whim, and that is, I guess, the “flash fiction” of poetry. 🙂

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