The world is silent, as if it ended in the night.
Tinted sunlight flows in through the gaps between the trees, washing away the tainted gray, awakening the greens and browns.
She sits upon the cold metal bench, soaking up the morning dew, waiting, knowing, dreading…
Morning spears through the abyss, like diamonds dancing a macabre dance upon the shadowed stones. Her fingers push heavenwards, trying to stop the sun, but the heartless devil continues to rise like any other day.
She watches helplessly as the excruciatingly words emerge.
Susan Ann Marie
Beloved angel
Budded on earth
To bloom in heaven
2008 – 2018
In response to Priceless Joy‘s 181st Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge, prompted by a photo by Jodi McKinney
Such a sad scene, but a great piece of flash
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Thank you
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So touching and lovely.
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Glad you liked it.
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Sorrowful yet beautiful. A lovely piece.
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Thank you for reading
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World certainly ended for her at night. May be that is why she wants to prolong the night by stopping sun!
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What a wonderful and beautiful story with such a sad but lovely, ending!
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Thank you for being such a source of inspiration with your prompts
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That is very nice of you Sheena! Thank you!
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what a wonderful yet sad story 🙂
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Glad you liked it. Thanks.
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