so this one is 58 words to make up for yesterday’s 300. It all averages out in the end. 😉
Urge for Going
In December, two days before Christmas, you left me. All that remained was a note. “It’s not you, it’s me. I can’t go on this way.”
It’s May now. My black dress hangs on a frame attenuated. The ground’s thawed. Time for burying winter dead. Grief resurges.
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Sascha Darlington 4/20/2018
In Rutland, Vermont, like many extremely cold winter places, winter dead are buried in spring after the ground’s thawed, giving the survivor another mourning period.
Categories: A to Z Challenge 2018, Flash Fiction
Brief and desperately sad.
https://iainkellywriting.com/2018/04/20/r-is-for-rome-italy/
Great flash/micro fiction! Spring is good. 😊