I knock twice.
No reply.
Using my key, I enter the house.
My wife lies on the cot in the bedroom.
I go inside. A pool of red is dripping slowly to the floor from near her head.
My two year old sits nearby her, crying.
She sees me and says, “I broke mommy’s inkpot.”
Linked with Friday Flash55.
(July 30th, 2012)
Sometimes I feel that memories are emotions too, they are powerful, they overwhelm in an instant. When Bhawana suggested on my Inspire my Art page to write a post beginning with a certain sentence, I knew what would transpire, for it is something that happens to me often, and I think a lot of people can relate. I share this with the flash fiction writers at Friday Flash55 as well!
“Fearless leader, show us the way”
“But who is he?” came a voice.
The dais was empty.
“What does this sect stand for?” asked another.
“To show the way we have to lead our lives”
And in silence came the realization.
“No one can do that.”
our choices
decide how we steer
cult of life
(’12. feb 25.)
(Haiku Challenge) / (Friday Flash 55 at G-man’s)
They have started again, but no one complains.
“Go to hell”, says Dad.
Mom is crying, as always, but today is different.
I look through the window, to see her walk into the rain.
And my voice becomes unheard again..
For what sin of mine
do they go separate ways -
Don’t I deserve both?
(’12. feb 16.) / (Haiku Challenge) / (G-man’s Friday Flash 55)
