Short Story: Life’s A Drag

I like very short stories. Sometimes I don't like them after I write them though.

It’s only the emotional moments that get me. Standing on the pier, thinking back to the first time I was there. Dragging a heavy bag from the car. So hard to get a purchase on that parcel, the feet duct-taped and making it near impossible to drag. Memories eh…drenched in memories. A cold wind blows. A warmth hits me from within. The rush of the blood. I must do it again. More memories. More emotional heft. Life, they say, is a drag. But that’s half the fun sometimes. The other half is watching it sink.