Nowhere to Here

50 flash fictions by Francis Booth

When he died she felt nothing, not even emptiness. No pain, no anger, no grief, nothing. She couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t even think. But above all, she couldn’t cry. She kept looking in the mirror to see if any tears would come, but no tears came. Eventually, in the darkness, she thought she saw a door, and she began to think that crying would unlock the door and let the feelings in. So she had a tear tattooed on her cheek, just below her left eye so that every time she looked in the mirror it would remind her that she needed to cry.