The last post on his Facebook is the cute photo of us reclining on the beach as the sun sets with our hands linked and a flower tucked behind my ear. My hair danced in the sea breeze as I laughed, while he leant in for a kiss. I can still remember what his lips felt like as they pressed into mine. If I try hard enough, I can still feel the warmth of his hands as he pulled me close and brushed my hair away from my face.
As many of you who have read previous posts may have noticed, i love flash fiction. I learned about flash fiction at one of the first meetings of my writers group i attended. I'd like to pass my love of flash fiction on to others. It is with this in mind that i am posting … Continue reading Flash Fiction Competition.
For tonight it would rest until tomorrow, where new troubles would lie. For tonight it would remain a house of dreams until it would become the house of horrors once more.
As many of you may have read, i wrote a flash fiction titled The Photo. My friend who also happens to be a writer used the same prompt that i was given at my writers group and a photo she took of my dogs and I. She's allowed me to share her flash fiction here, … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Injected Serenity.