flash fiction

HelplessnessIsPathetic

              I sat in a Subway eating a five dollar foot long by myself, singing a sad song to myself in my head. Sometimes I feel like I live in a fucking fantasyland. I need to stop feeling like the “failed” creative type, like I patented the most ridiculous bullshit excuse to ever exist.

            “Do you know why you feel this way?” said my sandwich. 
I was surprised the sandwich could talk, let alone read my mind.

            “Yes,” I said before taking another bite.       

            “No you don’t,” said the sandwich.