Thursday, 23 August 2012

Fridayflash: The Healing

You had no idea how broken I was. Like a butterfly touched on the wing, my fate was determined.

But you appeared, and with a few words, relit a flame long since extinguished. A wink, and my heart fluttered to life again.

As I left, I felt your eyes boring into my shoulder. I turned, and for a fleeting second you looked so deeply sad. Almost instantly, you smiled and mouthed, "goodbye".

And then I knew.

16 comments:

  1. Wow, such a Big Story in so few words. Excellent Rebecca!

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  2. Just a hint, leaving you wanting more. The way I think flash fiction was meant to be. Great work.

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    1. Thanks so much, Aaron, what a lovely comment.

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  3. Oh lots said here with so few words. Very nice!

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  4. ouchy! Beautifully rendered, like the fleeting life of the butterfly itself

    marc nash

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    1. Thanks, Marc! My children "raised" some caterpillars to butterflies earlier this summer. That's why the butterfly had to be included!

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  5. Lovely writing, I have the feeling these two are throwing away something that really ought to be saved.

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    1. Thanks, Steve. I'm glad it made you think beyond the words too. I believe that is what flash fiction should do, when it is this sort of length.

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  6. Somehow I got my wires crossed with the butterfly imagery and a flame generally being a bad thing for a moth.

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  7. Thanks, Anke, that's something I hadn't considered myself.

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  8. Wow, beautiful... it makes me want to know the rest of the story!

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