Flash Fiction: November

Posted on by Astrid

She had always felt that November was the hardest month. Filled with enough darkness to completely cloud her mind, but not enough cold to freeze her thoughts. It didn’t help that the month was filled with just a little too many memories of her totally losing the grip on life. She realized maybe the crises were more a result of her depression than her depression being the result of her memories, but either way she seemed stuck. No therapy or medication had been able to alleviate the gloom that was November yet.

It wasn’t like she exactly wanted to die. Not during these crises and not now. Sometimes though, she looked for an exit, an escape from the deep pit that is this month. Maybe, she mused, snow would be the easy way out.

This post was written for this week’s Prosery. It’s more than a little autobiographical, but since our pieces have to be flash fiction, I decided to write it in third person perspective.

35 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: November”

  1. I enjoy autobiographical poems and prose, Astrid, and if you hadn’t mentioned it, I wouldn’t have known. I love the idea of November being ‘filled with enough darkness to completely cloud her mind, but not enough cold to freeze her thoughts’.

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  2. Very powerful. This bleak piece captures how certain months and the memories associated with them can trigger a sadness that feels indomitable. Being a sufferer of depression myself, I get this. I’m so sorry that the month of November is such a difficult time for you.

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        1. Oh I’m so sorry to hear about your breakdown. I had one in November of 2007. Now I must say the month of November was always hard, as like in 2001 I had somewhat of a breakdown too (on the same day as in 2007). I’m glad reading my poem didn’t in itself cause you significant distress.

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