some terrible signs; (flash fiction for aspiring writers).

from Phylor;

Since the numbers on the white card rolled to death, I could only live with the decision I had chosen through the use of my breasts. I could remember the red tears from my mother’s eyes and the thin cuts, but loud echoes of disapproval from my father’s mouth when I split my skin apart before their eyes.

Three weeks later, their good girl turned into some classic goth who only kissed the rules of heroin. My man sucked the fragility out of my virgin system to create a manifestation of a troubled teen. I could not listen to anyone’s words, but his; I could only pray I would die with him.

Somebody told me I was a naive traveler—perhaps an old voice. As I accepted my high man’s invitation of marriage, a black horse galloped across our stolen lawn. I did not take it in—I let it pass.


Check out this week’s prompt at:
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers


WORD COUNT: 151

Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

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  1. Such grit in this story! I didn’t know what to expect from the title, so I kept an open mind. Glad I did so I could take in this unique slice of life and the way you manipulated and strung the words together. Great job with this.

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