Creative Writing Collection

Suhfuring Los

I can’t believe it.

       She’s gone. And I cannot find her.

       Her high pitched voice resonates in my ears. I miss the feeling of her softness in my maw, her round body resting against mine.

       They ask if I’m ok, because I have yet to get out of bed. They try to coax me with food and other women, but I didn’t want any of them.

        I only wanted her.

       But she was gone.

       And there was nothing I could do about it.

       Eventually my stomach gnawed on me in such ways I’ve never done with my lost lover. Hunger has found me, but food has lost its taste. I’m being watched while I eat — small, slow bites. After I’m halfway done, I’ve decided that I’m full, and headed out to the backyard to look for my beloved once more.

       The grass was up to my elbow, meaning this will be a difficult search. I was determined, though, that I would see her again — somehow, in some way, shape, or form.

       I will reunite with my precious, dearly beloved Squeaky Toy.