25 Days of Flash Fiction

Benji's Christmas

Benji stared blankly at his ceiling, his chest heavy from his poor attempts to breathe normally. The room was pitch black yet he had his eyes open so long that he could barely make out the outlines of what was around him. It felt a lot like his life actually, never quite sure what he was doing but was somehow getting by purely because he could barely see the way.

Sighing, Benji turned to his side as if he expected that to help him sleep. Instead, he found his eyes focusing on his phone that lit up after he accidentally hit it with his hand. The clock on it read midnight, the time reminding Benji why there were tears slowly building in his eyes.

Slowly, his gaze took in the framed picture on his bedside table. Looking at it finally caused the flood gates to open though Benji did his best to choke back the tears as he softly whispered, "Merry Christmas, Mama."

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Oh, sad Christmas one this time. I regret nothing!