the red is his blood. (flash fiction for aspiring writers).

As I made a left turn, I noticed the bright shade of red upon the skin of the bench; the stand has the plain color of white to tame the luster of the tones. I asked my helper to paint it that way. I remembered red was your favorite color and white was mine.

I had nights where I could only stay awake, wondering where your mind was wandering. Did the metal fences suffocate you the same way the darkness you caused do?

The bench would always signify the lost love without revival—it was where you gunned our child.

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers


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.

18 thoughts on “the red is his blood. (flash fiction for aspiring writers).

  1. Awesome story. Like the others, I love the motif of the colours and how you tie it back into the title. You manage to pack a lot into a tiny word count.

    Also, that’s a wicked last line, chilling and revealing a lot.

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