I pressed my forehead to the window, the cold glass soothing against my flushed skin. How long had I stared down at the sidewalk, waiting for something – for someone – to be the change I couldn’t initiate? How long had I been sitting here, wanting and needing and not acting?
I felt him standing behind me. His silence as loud as the words he wouldn’t say. I didn’t turn, but flinched as the window rattled in the frame.
“It’s just the wind,” he said, and I nodded, closing my eyes, hope burning as hot as the tears on my face.
*This is my first attempt at the flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch Communications. If you're interested in finding out more, see here: http://carrotranch.com/2014/03/26/march-26-flash-fiction-challenge/
Very nice Georgia. I find writing flash fiction becomes quite addictive! SD
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Thanks, Sandra. It's my first attempt, but I can definitely see the allure.
ReplyDeleteThe picture you create incites feelings of compassion and empathy. I love your final phrase which gives real meaning to the change she is hoping for.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments, Norah. It's lovely to know that you felt something while reading this short piece.
ReplyDeleteLove this. I've written a couple of flash/hint fiction pieces for fun (it's not really my strength as a writer) and I agree with Sandra. It's addictive. I can't stop writing "6 word novels" in my head all day. Those are fun, too. :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Sarah. I hadn't heard of six word novels but since you've mentioned it, I've noticed some mentions here and there. Something fun to try.
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