The Face – a piece of flash fiction – Part 3

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The Face

I would try to speak with her, to find out why she was here, why I felt an affinity between us.

However, she never uttered a word, and I came no closer to making any connections on my own.

Only now, I wanted to cry when I saw her.


This piece of flash fiction was inspired by the writing prompt ‘Write a four part serial, each part following the ‘Fiction in Fifty’ format’.  For more information, visit this page

The Face – a piece of flash fiction – Part 2

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The FaceThe sadness in the face was profound.  Hauntingly so.  I don’t know why she was so sad, but there was a familiarity about her story.

I wondered why she showed herself to me.

Why was I so special?

Did she think I could help her?

What could I do?


This piece of flash fiction was inspired by the writing prompt ‘Write a four part serial, each part following the ‘Fiction in Fifty’ format’.  For more information, visit this page

The Face – a piece of flash fiction – Part 1

 

The FaceWhen I closed my eyes I saw the same thing.  Over and over.

A face.

I didn’t know to whom it belonged, but it looked so sad.

It was a woman, I think.  The detail wasn’t great, except for the eyes.  Through them I could see into her soul.


This piece of flash fiction was inspired by the writing prompt ‘Write a four part serial, each part following the ‘Fiction in Fifty’ format’.  For more information, visit this page

Drowning

You never realise how dark it can get until you’re completely surrounded by it, immersed in it, with no way of escape.  Even then you can’t appreciate it’s all-consuming depths until you’ve returned to the light.

And unless you’ve been there, you can’t know.

Lucky Heather

‘Sorry,’ I said, bumping into the middle-aged woman.

‘No harm done,’ she replied, before looking up and staring.

I needed to go; my train was due any minute.

‘Wait!  Take this.’  She pulled some heather out of her bag.  ‘You’re going to need it.’

Why did I need lucky heather?

 

Darkness

The darkness covered everything like a dense blanket.  It was suffocating.  Disorienting.

I could hear noises in the distance.  The sound of pursuit.

Panic spurred me on, but I lost my way.  I had strayed into the Deathwoods.  No one survived the ancient woodlands alone.  My fate was sealed.

The Holy Well

My heart swelled with hope as I approached the ancient well.

According to the the information board people had been coming to it for centuries, hoping for a little divine attention and cures for a variety of ailments.

All I wanted was a little peace.  It didn’t sound like much…

Lost

At the cross-roads there were four options, including the road I had just travelled down.  But there was no signpost.  They said it would be easy to find.

I felt tears well up in my eyes.  I didn’t know the way.

I was late.  I was alone.  I was lost.

Remorse

She knew she shouldn’t have done it.  Even at the time she knew it was wrong.

However, she had been desperate, and she didn’t know what else to do.

Now there was no way she could go back and undo it.

Nothing could make up for what she had done.

The Cloud Reader

Lying in a meadow full of wild flowers, Nate watched as clouds drifted across the blue expanse above him.

Slowly changing symbols, each with a story to tell, a message to impart.

He loved to watch the clouds in summer.

Perhaps that was why he was wise beyond his years.