Thursday, April 14, 2011

Last Goodbye (50 word flash fiction)

The car bounced as it ran on the rusty tracks to the place where we first met. I closed my eyes and pictured her blue eyes, her soft lips, and her long black hair. The last words she whispered to me on her deathbed before I left was, "I do".

2 comments:

  1. This piece is so good it makes me roll my eyes at the thought of this doomed romance.

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  2. Wow the imagery in this story is flawless.

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