Walking aimlessly in the rain had appeased Rebbecca previously but not tonight. Nothing can wash away the suffering she has endured. Moonlight illuminates her surroundings, revealing a gravestone.
'Dearest Lily, a soul taken too soon.'
Dates reveal Lily lived only a few short months. Rebbecca weeps for this unknown child. By proxy, liberating her grief.
Flash Fiction - Each Friday, I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. If you would like to join in the fun and games... post your story and report to the boss -
If you're not interested in contributing a story, feel free to read the other entries. I'm sure any comments you have would be appreciated.
Happy reading and writing!
Love
KB
xxx
Karen....This was very thoughtful, and wonderfully written.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for this glimpse into your talented mind.
It's nice having you back...
Have a Great Week-End...G
Oh how achingly poignant. Wonderful effort!
ReplyDeleteYou have a real talent for telling so much with so few words.
ReplyDeleteSomehow I always come away from your writing a wiser person.
wow, i'm always amazed at how you come up with some of the best 55s.
ReplyDeleteOh how sad. :(
ReplyDeleteYou captured so much in those 55 words m'dear.
I don't know which is worse..to never have had any or to have and to have lost! Well done...:)
ReplyDeletesometimes pain does translate...& we can find numerous reasons to weep for our own! Great 55ve KB
ReplyDeleteThanks for the feed back guys and dolls.
ReplyDeleteYou have said so much, so beautifully, in so few words. How DO you do it? Lovely.
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ReplyDeleteThanks MIssy and Keith. I won't thank Dickie until I see what he's written.
ReplyDeleteOh ye of little faith, wherefore dost thou doubt?
ReplyDeleteDickie - Thanks so much for the award :)
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