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Dreamer of Paris.
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I gained inspiration for this new bit of flash fiction after spending time in an old cemetery with my camera. This particular tombstone seemed so lonely and forgotten that I wanted to write about it.
Here I lie forgotten, broken, sunken in the ground. Do you see me? No. No one sees me. In life I was just a shadow on the wall. In death I’m a chore for the groundskeeper.
Here’s a flash fiction piece under 300 words. I don’t have an introduction, just read it and see what you think!
Two men, strangers just moments ago, sit side by side in a hospital waiting room. The younger waits for a new life, his first child, to enter this world. The older waits for his gray haired sweetheart, the love of his life, to leave this world.
Here’s another attempt at flash fiction. This time the word count was limited to 300 words.
This piece was inspired by a memory from several summers ago when I was visiting my Grandma in Kansas. She has this wonderful backyard with large trees and dense foliage at the back property line. One night I went out and fireflies where everywhere.