(99 words, no more, no less)
I am your ghost, your past. I walk before you on thorny pathways so you shall not walk the path of sorrow. You shall not see the things I have.
You are ten years old now, so blow out your candles and let loose those balloons with all their wishes attached.
I have received them now; your wishes made from your past come true, they have come to pass. Soon I shall re-join you when adult paths you reach, until then, I collect every balloon and every wish you make.
I wait in shadows until we are one again …
© 2018 Anita Dawes
So poignant…
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Thanks, Jan… X
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My pleasure. It’s a heartfelt post. x
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This is beautiful, Anita. You’ve worked the drabble in its most profound form in my opinion–you’ve made something like a prose poem. Simply lovely. 🙂
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We really appreciate your approval, Cathleen… XX
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Well done, Anita. The coming full circle with one’s past as the one to pave the future is intriguing.
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Thanks for liking my efforts, Charli. I’m new to flash fiction and really enjoying it. I used to write a lot of poetry years ago, and your post has brought it all back to me!
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Such a tight constraint as flash fiction uses similar elements of poetry. It’s as much about what you don’t say as what you do. Glad you are enjoying it!
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