This week’s photo prompt is provided by Dorothy.
Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
1. A prompt photo will be provided each Monday pm to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.
2. Linking for this challenge begins on Monday pm and runs to the following Monday pm.
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. Please indicate the number of words in your story at the end of your story. (It doesn’t count into the amount of words).
The man and the boy bicycled past, feet flashing, tires leaving tread marks in damp sand. The air smelt warm, like Spanish moss and sprinkles in the early morning.
He’d moved there in early winter, world drab and grey, and the coming to buds and flowers was like a miracle. Maybe his insides would grow and bloom like the world outside.
His mother called later in the day, to say hello, when would he come home?
“Never,” he told her, as always.
“You know I can’t mother. If I do, I’ll go to jail.”
“You killed a man, Michael.”
“I know, mother.” She wanted him to come home and go to jail. Wanted him to pay for his actions.
Wasn’t he paying enough? The man he’d killed couldn’t go home; he couldn’t go home. Didn’t matter if it had been his life or the other man’s.
Sometimes the good suffered for the bad. But they never suffered enough for the world.
He hung up the phone and lay back on his bed.
Spring. Flowers. Sunshine.
Finally, he was free.