Fiction In A Flash Forum Fiction in a Flash Week 1

Here's mine for this week:


He stood quietly, going back fifty years to the day he first walked up from the white church.  That long climb had been scary, exhilarating...not a word in his vocabulary, nor an admission on his tongue, then.  He had been stoic, determined not to love it.

Now, standing here, his heart was whole again...

Don’t Look Back    As I climbed up the hill, I glanced back at the pristine white church. They had just held the funeral for my ma. She had been bucked off a horse and hit her head on a rock. I didn’t dare go along with the parade. I pushed open the cabin door and never looked back.

Lengthening shadows were the first indication that the terror was approaching, drawing near, intent on turning lush green grass into scorched earth. The final sunset before eternal night was upon him and he had no escape. Whether he died on his feet or on his knees, he would still die. He had achieved precisely nothing.

A very sad story, Lizzie!

Wow, Jeremy, how desperate the situation is!  Nicely handled!