This was never the plan.

Your choice, but my fault – my failure – as certain as if I provided the weapon.

Forever my soul will haunt the hallways of regret, closing doors on what should have been.

We remain unresolved.


Written in response to the YeahWrite #342 Microprose Challenge: Write a complete story in exactly 39 words incorporating the word haunt.

Lisa A. Listwa is a self-employed writer with experience in education, publishing, and the martial arts. Believing there was more to life than punching someone else’s time clock and inspired by the words of Henry David Thoreau, she traded her life as a high school educator for a life as a writer and hasn’t looked back. She is mother to one glorious handful of a daughter, wife to the nicest guy on the planet, and reluctant but devoted owner of three Rotten Cats. You can find her adventures and thoughts on living life deliberately here on the blog.

12 thoughts on “Unresolved

    1. Thanks, D. No, I grabbed the pic after the fact. I had to use a bit of Charli’s TUFF on this to get it down to size, so I was trying to “pack a punch.” 😀

  1. “Haunt the hallways of regret” is a lovely phrase and image. There’s just enough alliteration to make it interesting without going over the top.

  2. I like how this ends with the word “unresolved,” leaving both the characters and the reader in a place of uncertainty. So much told and untold simultaneously.

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