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I was thirteen years old when I became fond of sunsets. It always brings me realizations. It makes me ponder on the day’s events, reflect on the big or little mistakes I did and smile at simple or noble deeds I made. It reminds me that as the day comes to an end, no matter how good or bad it had been, tomorrow will be another day.
As I stand here in the parking area, sadness overpowers the feeling of appreciation for the beauty of the sunset in front of me. Starting today, I will watch the sunset without the man who taught me to see its beauty. I will say goodbye to each day with sorrow, not knowing how I’ll face tomorrow.
I wipe away my tears and gather the strength to say my final goodbyes to my father in front of all who came to his wake.
The blinding sunlight woke him. He looked around.
How the heck did I end up sleeping in the middle of the road?!
He stood and explored the place.
Where on earth are the people?
He walked and walked until he came to a field. He saw a man tending the field.
Finally! A man!
He approached. “Excuse me, mister. I’m lost. Can you tell me what place is this?”
The man didn’t seem to hear him.
“Mister? I’m lost and am very tired. Please help me.” He begged ad touched the man’s shoulder to get his attention.
The man slowly looked his way and raised the rake high. Seconds passed before it registered to him that the gesture was meant as an attack. What the…?! Adrenaline rushed to his head. He stumbled as he ran for his life.
Where am I? What is happening?
He had no idea that he was the last one.
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.
I stopped at a messy eatery to rest.
I’ve gone a long way searching. I cannot stop now.
I am exploring this place for a year now. Everything has changed since my last visit and every unfamiliar part of it seems to yell at me that I don’t belong. Yet, I can still remember our exchange underneath a lantern almost identical to the one hanging above my head. My words are still ringing in my ears as if I said it yesterday. I can recall every detail when I gave my heart pinned with a promise, hundred years ago, in this planet.
I’ll find you in another lifetime after this.
I came back to keep my promise. I have to.
This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo is provided by TJ Paris.
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…………
This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode.
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He never had a chance to spend time with his family until they left him. That seems to be his biggest regret.
Black became his companion. He felt the loyalty of a brother, the care of a friend, the longing of a son. Black became his family’s only memorial.
Now, he will be the one leaving.
He wished to stay to give back all the gratitude for Black but he has to face the same war that orphaned him.
He knelt down to bid his final goodbye. “Thank you, Black. Your loyalty and care deserves sharing. I hope you find someone worthy.”
This is my first try to join a Flash Fiction. Pardon my wrong grammar or shallow story if there be any. I’m just a frustrated writer.