A Flash Fiction Story

Harrison sat down with the pen and the paper with a determined purpose. He wanted to give thanks. His mind was to connect with the pen and the ink and the note to let his friend know that he was thankful for her positive influence in his life. Harrison was age nineteen and he was at a loss for words.

So he stood up and walked away from his writing desk and took a deep breath and paced around his room a little. Words matter, he thought. Words can make or break the soul. Words have weight. He knew he must weigh his carefully.

Harrison went to his kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. The coffee might inspire him and help make his mind more awake. Or it might just make him jittery and cause his pen hand to shake. He poured the coffee down…