The Great.

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Day Five of photography101 and the theme is solitude.

The Great.

From here, the world was silent.

 

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Suffocate.

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Its feathered tentacles invaded his lungs.

 

Red.

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Today’s task is one of perspectives… “A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene from three different points of view.”

I’ve answered this with three separate stories of flash fiction, which also sit together as a whole…

 

Red.

His hand shuddered upon her touch.

Seeing red was his daily hell.

For the last time, she knitted.

Absent.

Day5

The challenge of the day… to imagine you’ve stumbled across a letter that hasn’t made it to its addressee, and to create a story from it in as few words as possible.

So to the great Hemmingway for inspiration I go, incorporating this challenge with my usual Flash Fiction Friday series of six word stories…

 

If only they knew. He lived.

 

 

Flash Fiction Friday. Tress.

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Her blonde burned until it bled.

Flash Fiction Friday. Watery.

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All malevolence vanished with every droplet.

Flash Fiction Friday. In Deep.

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His head bobbed… and vanished, rippling.

Flash Fiction Friday. Rendezvous.

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The usual place. He lingered, hoping.

Flash Fiction Friday. Only the brave.

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Her hand hovered. Did she dare?

Flash Fiction Friday. Tread Carefully.

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She hissed “Never ask me again”.