Cawing The Crows Cheered,
As He Climbed Out Of His Grave,
Shrugging Death’s Hold Off…
Prompt:
#Haikai Challenge #70: Rachel Sutcliffe
his death day
in graveyard shadows
gathered crows
– Rachel Sutcliffe
Rest in Peace, Rachel Sutcliffe. Your work will long be remembered and cherished.
Our quest had brought us to Logs Town.
The inane promise of exquisite, undiscovered treasures brought many hunters to this town. Nobody had managed to find the location of the legendary mine. Without even a silhouette of a map available, it was a foolhardy quest for most people. We were not most people. The heavy snowfall had been timely.
It eradicated all chances of intrusion…
(Find the sequel here- Flash Fiction: Ducks)
Word Count: 65
Prompts;
Weekend Writing Prompt #89 – Silhouette
FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2019: WEEK #2
Nothing has changed today. It is just another dark day.
The temperature has dropped further as the town continues to receive stormy showers. The window of my bedroom has fogged up. This fog can be wiped off with a quick sweep of my hand. I wish removing the clouds in my life was as easy. Then again, not that it matters.
The rainy weather brings with it a fresh wave of gloom. In a life so dark, what difference does a few shades darker make? The rains may bring in the gloom, but that is not the only thing. He skips office, and stays at home. He makes me face the window, and forces his way inside. Initially, I used to say no, fight back even. Then, when he refused to stop and ignored how the torrents running down my cheeks reflected the weather outside, even I stopped trying, turned stoic. Here he comes again, I am already facing the window, watching the storm contrast my numbness.
Afterall, it’s just another dark day.
Word Count: 173
Prompts:
The Dark Netizen 