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Flash Fiction #6

Here is a piece I produced for a university exercise I did earlier. Hope you enjoy 🙂

Flash Fiction #6 – Contrasts

Wispy clouds whipped across the sky, their fluffy forms caught in a turbulent wind high above the ground.

In a nearby school playground children raced, hopped and laughed their way around the small arena. Their playful giggles and youthful shouts echoed every which way, carrying themselves through the dry air naturally. The resounding whir of car engines darted by, their passengers like sardines in a tin waiting to be opened and released. A lone bird swooped up and down with graceful whooshes and hungry cries, its beady eyes forever scanning for even the tiniest morsel of food scraps.

Such a beautiful day was marred only a few blocks over.

There should have been a thunderous cloud overhead, throwing down its depression by the bucket load. A sea of black suits, dark grey dresses and tear-stained faces – that’s what should have been expected, but it wasn’t what was there. The vicar read the passages, returning one of his flock back to the dust of eternity. A burial with only two mourners; three if you count the solitary raven staring down at the grave.

A son and a daughter – they are the only ones left as they watch their mother being slipped into the one bed she would never rise from. The service progresses and the tears fall. A loss of life and it suddenly hits home – they are the only ones left of a diminished family. A sombre mood rushed through the graveyard. The raven took flight.

The exit from the scene was nonetheless sluggish. The son and daughter embrace each other, tears dampening their attire. A stranger presence catches their attention. An elderly man in his sixties stood leaning on a stick.

Who was he?

They ask.

Their mother was his sister.

Their shock is apparent in the midst of almost tangible morbidity.

He has a family… maybe they are not alone after all.


Comments on: "Flash Fiction #6" (4)

  1. Bittersweet flash, Andy. You capture the emotions really well.


  2. Emma Smith said:

    That’s really good Andy. The one tiny thing (and it is only my very humble opinion) would be the sentence “A lone bird… …its beady eyes forever scanning for even the tiniest morsel of food scraps”. I’d have been tempted to write “…its beady eyes constantly scanning for even the tiniest morsel of food scraps” to avoid the hint of repetition.
    Your ability to build the picture is awesome (I wouldn’t know where to start) 🙂 xxx

    • Haha I see your point with that little sentence Emma 🙂 When it comes to my flash fictions I do them off the top of my head without editing. I like to see how well I can do without re-doing it 🙂

      Thanks for commenting! 😀 x

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