Flash Fiction!

Every week, Priceless Joy over at Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers¬†provides a photo prompt for participants to write a 100-150 word piece based on the photo. My submission for this week’s prompt comes in at 117 words.


Photo prompt provided by Pixabay.


He could envision it, burning in solitude.
His prized possession. The one object he placed above anything, the object he loved more than anything or anyone. It represented his dreams and aspirations and so much more. It was him and he was it. Losing it—especially like this‚Ķ

Tracy gazed through her tears at her husband prostrate in agony on the ground.
She knew.
It was not the house he cried for as she did.
It was not the five years of memories and things they had stored up in there that caused these rare tears to fall from his eyes. It was that thing. That thing he loved more than her.

It was his stupid guitar.



Poetic Wednesday: The Fire

I thought the fact that
It existed was enough.

I was too far away to
Realize that it didn’t burn bright.

I never expected you to pull out
A bucket to douse the flames.

By the time I came close again,
I was far too late.

At first I did nothing but
Listen to the hiss.

I could see the little light
Quickly fade out.

It was then I tried hard to
Reignite those flames.

With a scoff, you kicked so
Much dirt into the pit.

You turn to walk away not
Noticing the embers that remain.

I reach for one and it’s
Not as hot as I had hoped.

As you disappear into the distance
I realize you might never know.

You might never know that
In my palm I will always hold
One undying spark.