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Upon seeing you, the camera and I blinked once, collecting your pale, solitary beauty forever. The bold, teal hue of your flower reflected the image of the resolute woman within, revealing your serene face, as well as the strength and courage in your eyes. Neither of us knew it would be the very last photograph.
*This story is my first foray into Flash Fiction 55, in response to the One Stop Poetry Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge at One Stop Poetry. The picture prompt is by photographer and poet India Hobson.
9 comments:
A beautiful, sad rendering of portrait and story in 55!
i knew where this was going from the title but i let you take my heart there anyway...nice write.
the camera and I blinked once
I loved thse words in the opening sentence...
Killer ending! Poor girl, want to know what happened now!
oh, so poignant. Love this piece. The perfect length.
My Poem in One Shot.
Sad, but nicely done.
Don't quit your day job
Thanks to all for the comments and encouragement. Loving this.
Anonymous:
I haven't quit my day job, but thanks for your concern.
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