[5] Time

He looked high, low — all around.

For years he searched in unlikely places, always hoping truth would rear its ugly head.

On his deathbed, he called his children close: he had finally found it.

“Time,” he whispered. “It’s all we’ll ever have.”

Though his had ended, the moment was eternal.

Published by Justin Deming

I live and teach in the Hudson Valley region of New York. My fiction has appeared in Emerge Literary Journal, Flash Fiction Magazine, Free Flash Fiction, Spelk, The Daily Drunk Magazine, and elsewhere.

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