(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
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Well done, Anita. The coming full circle with one’s past as the one to pave the future is intriguing.
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!
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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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. 🙂
We really appreciate your approval, Cathleen… XX
So poignant…
Thanks, Jan… X
My pleasure. It’s a heartfelt post. x