Greetings to May! May this month be a good one :)
Today I'm posting a little bit of flash fiction that I just wrote for JD Mader's 2-minute writing challenge. It's on his blog, Unemployed Imagination, every Friday if you fancy a go. Check it out here - http://www.jdmader.com/2015/05/2-minutes-go.html. Cheers.
Lily
It was only one night in a summer. Her night.
A time to seep out of the shadow, taking hold of the form she wore during the dark hours when no one could hear, no one could see and no one would know. The pitch enveloped her and she wore it as a shield. She carried it whenever she could, her protector, while she paced these ways. These idle lanes she’d known since she only so high; too small to climb the fence by the stile.
The stile with the rusted padlock. It never opened. Not when she needed it to, not when
she was so high. When she was running. Racing the wind for a chance to meet the
sky. And she did. In the glorious heat of a summer day she welcomed the clouds,
enwrapping her in their perfect, perpetual slumber when she fell, struggling to
climb that wooden fence, fighting to free the stile. Struggling so hard. Never did she
struggle now.
Walking free, she clutched the lily petals lifted fresh from her grave, upon her anniversary. The one her mother never should have known; never should have been fated to witness this and every year. She tilted her head to gaze up at the star-freckled sky, wandering where the night would lead her now while the guilty slept silent in their beds.
Walking free, she clutched the lily petals lifted fresh from her grave, upon her anniversary. The one her mother never should have known; never should have been fated to witness this and every year. She tilted her head to gaze up at the star-freckled sky, wandering where the night would lead her now while the guilty slept silent in their beds.
copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 1, 2015
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