Heavy Flow
by Max Salnikov
submission to HW July Flash Fiction Contest

He walks alone.

He's wearing make-up, black eyeliner smudged across his face. There are always tears in the corners of his eyes, his hate and sadness are his life. No true home to go to, noone to love. His heart is cold.

He never, ever smiles.

Walking down the busy streets of every city in the world, crying for himself, only for himself. Nothing here but pain, every morning a promise of a new dream destroyed.

They tried to cure him.

They tried to cure him, but it only made things worse.

It's just a game for some of them. Now they're having sex on the rocky beaches of Maltese islands, climbing through Alaskan snow, dancing in the green steppes of Mongolia and smiling in the face of the sun. Now, they live.

His name is Depression.

His poison is here to stay.

i know. bad, isn't it? it was supposed to be under 500 words and about poison, and i was 3 hours over the deadline, so that's the only thing that came to mind. meh.

Well, it's pretty sad. Not really more you can say about it...

i appreciate the comments. the original idea is that way too many people poison their own lives with the constant "i'm-so-depressed-even-my-cat-hates-me" crap, and will simply REFUSE to leave that state of mind. apparently, the plan didn't quite work out. heh.