I wish some magic would turn me into a man. A real man who can run to the fields with her, give her a flower, tell her she’s beautiful, and lie on the grass beside her gazing at the stars…

Having the chance to see her and listen to her stories everyday gives me joy. She even tells me her deep thoughts: how she thinks this world has lost its beauty and become cruel even to those who once became loyal to it.

I didn’t see her today. Maybe she didn’t go out. Night came and I started to feel sad… until I saw her running to me. She looked even more beautiful in the moonlight. She came to me and embraced me and only then did I noticed her tear-stained face and the bad people behind her with stake and fire.

The fire was quick to swallow us. I did not hear her scream. I just felt her hands around me, and I wish again and again tha…………

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This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode.