Second week in a row! Thanks to Susan at Sunday Photo Fiction and Fandango for the pic!
Photo Credit: Fandango
Bleeding Petals
“They were dying. Blood soaked the ground as bullets riddled bodies. The cries, the moans, and then the worst thing, the silence.” He’s repeated the same words I read in his journal. My heart stills with recognition of his relapse.
His grip on my hand tightens to the extent that I think he’ll break my fingers. Suddenly he looks at me, as if seeing me for the first time.
“You’re here. You shouldn’t be here. If something happened to you—”
“You’re home, Dylan.”
His breathing is still ragged. I squeeze his hand wondering what brought on the episode.
I look down, as we walk along the path, see the crepe myrtle petals bleed blood red across the asphalt.
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Sascha Darlington
Categories: fiction, Flash Fiction, sunday photo fiction
How sad.
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Thank you for reading.
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Very powerful, very well crafted.
Love this, Sascha
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Thank you so much, C.E.! 🙂
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Very well delineated. Powerful story.
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Thank you so much, Neel! 🙂
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A sorrowful story indeed. Whatever he once saw affected him for life.
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Unfortunately true. Thank you, Keith, so much reading!
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We all see things differently. Some see red flower petals, others may see blood.
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Yes, that’s very true. Thank you for reading.
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A thoughtful piece, I enjoyed it
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Thanks so much, Mike! 🙂
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A reality for so many.. So sad.
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