Grief

Story 1: She traded her grief for loneliness.

Story 2: Grief stays; even when happiness deserts.


Microfiction in response to Six Word Story Challenge hosted by Nicola.


So sorry everybody for my absence (again). The medical issues resurfaced :'(. They are under control now and am back… Thank you all for your patience.

Wish you all a very very Happy, Prosperous, Healthy, Peaceful New Year!


 

The Cold Reality

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

 

She walked on the icy pavement in front of the warehouse; oblivious to the trees that had cried through the night too. Chattering teeth were her answer to the icy silence of the yard. Unable to move anymore, she plopped down in front of the door; hugging herself, trying to stay alive. The sun peeped out, breaking free of its cold shackles and she waited – for death or an angel, she didn’t know.

“Follow your dreams,” they say. But they never say how; how to make a living in an alien city; how not to die there alone and miserable.


Flash fiction in response to Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff.

The stranger

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

Dying alone is the worst curse. He had been dead for three days before I realized I hadn’t seen him. We had hardly known each other. Just a nod of the head as I passed his home. But still, I felt miserable. I had to do something for him. So what if he was dead?

I decided to help clean his apartment. The little there was enough to tell me that he liked flowers and the color red; collected chopsticks. I also found a pair of old, cobwebbed shoes. That meant, he wasn’t born a cripple… I wonder, what happened?

Word count: 100


Flash fiction in response to Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff.