
The blade bit hard and true. I told Sarah not to worry, there would be no pain, and I was right. As my head hits the hard ground, I hope to catch a glimpse of her before I die. Before my lights go out forever. Her wail fills the courtyard, the last sound to touch my ears. She’s there in the crowd, tears streaming, holding Tomas. Never again will I hold his hand, inhale his baby scent, or smell her lavender hair. I want to tell her that it’ll be all right. The deed is done. Goodbye, my love. Don’t grieve…
A very vivid image of someone on the chopping block. This is a Winner!
Thanks Bobby! Appreciate the feedback!
Wistful, delicious.
Thanks for reading Laura!
Really good story. A very powerful description of a horrifying moment. What a way to go.
Thanks for your great comments, Scott!
The ones who say don’t grieve are the ones we grieve for. Like it.
Thanks, Barry!
Excellent Angela!
Thanks birch!
Ohh! Yes! This… this is fantastic!
Thank Jenny!
great story angela! i love the sentence about “her wails fill the courtyard…” well done!
Thanks so much!
Nice visual! And, oh, the agony! 🙂
Thanks Buffy!
Angela I am not used to reading flash fiction but all of these 101words Had the power to remind me of so many beautiful people I personally knew who died such violent deaths at the hands of terrorists back in Pakistan. You made me feel the emotions they felt at the time in front of their families.
Thanks Raana, I love that it made a connection, even one so horrible. I appreciate every time you read something I’ve written