Driftwood

My choice for this week’s Fiction Flash. The prompt was ‘Beauty.’ The choice, once again was difficult, but this piece really touched me. Congrats, Steve! You win… nothing. 🙂

I hope you’ll join me again on Friday!

Love,
Felicity

Ordinary Handsome

Another piece of flash fiction from the prompt “Beauty” from Felicity Johns over at https://felicityjohns.com/2015/02/27/friday-flash-beauty/

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It’s been on the mantel for so long, most people don’t see it. It’s the first thing I see upon waking, and the last thing before I set myself down at night.

A chunk of old driftwood carved into a frame. Our wedding photo. It’s yellowed and curled, but I still see it in color. You standing with a rose bouquet, holding onto it like a sword, and I looking so serious and terrified. We were both terrified, remember? We knew it was something solemn and fragile, no matter the vows. It was you and me becoming us. We were kids who barely understood the weight of that word. Us.

The years passed, the hair faded, the skin became fragile lacework. You wore pant suits and I wore bell bottoms. We danced to…

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