with soil still slipping from my fingertips
he found me, shriveled petals in my hair
with a tombstone corroded long ago
swimming in my dress, noes to the air
watching him from the left
tasting the air, searching for fear
then sighting his crusted shoes
a worn shovel
caked in mineral, fixed focus
as branches whipped
scattering dust and crits
with a lick of his lips
he pasted a recognizing smile
against a haunted face
and a beholding gaze
he nicked the earth
and I flinched
still, ready to quench
a hundred year hunger,
I quivered,
he smells meaty
then he huffed,
well you didn’t need
any help getting out
of there, now did you?
-B. Brown
Thank you for reading 🙂 I’m learning how to write flash fiction so your feedback will be greatly appreciated. Have an inspiring day!
(image courtesy of Pinterest)
Very good little story that intrigues and gets the reader wondering! Well done.
Yeah? Thank you so much. It’s hard not throwing a crap ton of unnecessary detail in there haha
Yes some writers seem to gild the lily ….you’ve done a great job. It is hard to balance!
😀 thank you!
I really enjoyed. Flash fiction? What’s that?
It’s really short story telling, a story in under 500 words, or whichever you choose to be your cap. It’s really good practice
Crispy imagery!
Yeah? Thanks so much?
Really? Thanks so much!
great storytelling.
Thank you for reading 😀
liked it, but given your talent for imagery you must try regular fiction, a short story maybe.
You really think I have a talent for imagery? I’ve been struggling with that for months haha thank you! I guess my practice is paying off. I’m slowly starting to work my way to short stories. I will be posting more about that soon
Good luck.. looking forward to reading your short stories
Finding it difficult to add to the comments above, indeed excellent talent. Wish you all the success and all the best.
thank you for your time and words of encouragement 🙂