a flash-fiction piece
“Exhaustion isn’t a fit state to be in.”
Though his body could move no more, his muscles seemed not to rest; he felt no peace anywhere within his body, and his mind, if he could ever reconcile with it again, was stirring in chaos.
He lay agitated and regretful in an envelope of ache, desperately wanting a sweeter release.
“I said, exhaustion isn’t a fit state to be in,” repeated the voice.
He looked up at the old man smiling down.
“You needed the work done, Dad,” he groaned.
“I know,” said the old man, “but there’s always tomorrow.”
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes Exhaustion. Who is exhausted and why? Can you make art of exhaustion? Go where the prompt leads!