Friday Flash Fiction

Rochelle WF

Photo courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The bay window looks homey; a place to escape the world outside the walls. I imagine a warm kitchen, rich with the scent of comfort food – someone’s haven from the storm.

Word count: 100

The Way We Were

Craning his neck, he spotted their window on the fourth floor.

A snug apartment, it was where they were happiest, wrapped around each other, dreaming of their future. All their problems disappeared and worries were held at bay. He was her comfort, her shield, her hero.

Remembering that evening so many years before, the red police lights on the wet pavement alerted him to the crisis. A jumper, they said, DOA. Pushing through the crowd, he whispered “which window?”

The fluttering kitchen curtain waved in apology as his dreams vaporized into the rain, heroism a burden he no longer carried.

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© Erin Leary

24 thoughts on “Friday Flash Fiction

  1. I take his view of the relationship and hers were totally different. It’s all about perspective. Beautifully written. I loved the line about the curtain waving apologetically.

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