Flash Fiction Friday

Well, my friends, it’s Friday, so we’re going to take a moment, a break from the tedium of editing, to do a little blurb of Flash Fiction. It’s going to be a relatively short and sweet post today, as my brain is all a flurry with formatting and what have you, as well as my other projects, which is a great feeling, to just be sort of swept up by my inspiration and my excitement about getting this bloody damn book done already. So, please to enjoy, and please join in on your own interpretations inspired by the photograph! My brain is definitely In the Zone this morning, so I shall not distract it any longer!


(Image courtesy of PhotoBotos: “Rochester Panorama” by Neil Kremer)

Though the sky was burning and a heavy black cloud hung overhead, it didn’t matter. It was cracking, that sky, and the air was crisp with scorched ozone and the wailing of useless sirens in the distance, but it didn’t matter. The water still roiled underneath the bridge, churning as it drifted away from the waterfall, and he sat there with her, their feet kicking idly over the turbulent river. The whole world was going to split into two at any moment, but the fact that she was there was all that mattered.

“So this is it,” she said. “The end of the world.”

“I expected it to be a little different.”

She was looking down into the water; he was looking up at the sky. “Different how?” she asked, lifting her eyes from her kicking feet to his face, cast in the strange orange glow that had illuminated the city.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I thought there would be more…drama. More explosions or screaming or earthquakes or something.”

Biting her lip, she looked up at those clouds, which became darker, more menacing, slowly but surely. It was as though, in the blink of an eye, it will have reached its pinnacle and then, poof, just like that, it would all be gone. No drama, no explosions or screaming or earthquakes. Just here one minute and the next…

“I kind of like it,” she said, moving her hand closer to his, and he took it.

“Me, too,” he said, squeezing lightly, and, together, they watched.


I’m not sure how I feel about this one. I like it, but it seems like something I’ve done before, and it might be a little too sparse. This was a challenging photograph for me, for the most part. Perhaps you might have some better luck with it. If you do tackle it, feel free to share it here or in your own blog, because I’d love to see what everyone else comes up with.

I’d also like to take a moment to thank Coco J. Ginger for being my latest follower! Hi, Coco! Welcome aboard! Good to have you here.

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