Flash Fiction by: Shadow Summit
A warm breeze tousled her hair, like the day of their wedding.
Underneath her black gown, sweat tricked, like it had under his mess dress uniform.
Dirt piled, like the time they planted the apricot tree in their backyard.
Folded cotton placed in her hands, like the only time she’d held their stillborn son.
Indistinguishable conversations and voices, like the day his orders came in.
Silence, like the day that he hadn’t called like he’d promised.
Memories of all their special moments, like a slow-motion movie in her mind.
A smile at a joke he always used, like a familiar comfort amidst the hurt.
Tears began to fall, like the day she’d received the news.
Now alone… like she had been before he’d entered her life.
Image: Audition Performance of Shadow Puppet Theatre on Britain’s Got Talent 2013
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