This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris.
Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.
2. Linking for this challenge begins on Monday and runs to the following Monday evening.
3. Please credit photo to photographer
4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try to stay within this limit.
5. Pingback to the challenge post in your story’s post.
The tourists stared upwards, while his eyes never left the floor, never lifted to the dome of the cathedral. His eyes did not deserve even the barest glimpse of heaven. His were fit only for hell.
“Mommy, who are those people?” Pointing up.
“I guess they’re Saints or some religious people,” she responded, trying to sound educated about something based entirely on faith.
“But why did the man paint them all up there? It’s too far to see them good!”
“I know, darling. I guess…. they liked to have something to look up at.” As if the dome were some hum-drum ceiling in a double-wide.
Tourists in bright shorts and tee-shirts, flip-flops and sandals, flowed round him like tides around ocean rocks.
And he was nothing. And he was nobody. And he was forgotten.
He lifted his hands as blood poured over them, over him, from his veins, pooling on the floor and spreading like spilled wine.
“All right, folks, we’re closing in five minutes.”
The rush to the gift shop swirled around his body, robes rippling in the breeze.
Until he was alone. Until he was dead. Until he was forgotten