Flash Fiction = 90 minutes from reveal of the theme word (“flood”) until the story must be posted at AW. This one rang in at 52 minutes but I admit that I don’t spend a lot of time editing so bear with the occasional punctuation and grammar gaffes. I’ve cleaned it up from the AW version to make the story clearer. From the comments I got, I could tell I was too cryptic in the original version.
This one’s a little sad. Sorry. 😦
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“Hey Simon, it’s me, Elena. I thought I’d come talk to you about something.”
I looked up. The New Mexican sun beat down on me as I stood at the edge of the Rio Grande in the bosque. Around me, cottonwoods shed fluffy wisps of foliage that floated to the ground like summer snow. I wiped my brow with the hem of my shirt, adding more dingy streaks to the ones I’d created walking to this spot.
“I have some news. I’m getting married. I know I swore I’d never marry anyone but you so please don’t be angry with me. It’s just that…well, you know it’s been impossible between us for some time now and I feel like maybe I need to move on.” Continue reading