F is for Flash Fiction

Photo Prompt

…a spark cracked at the next attempt with the stones and the laid shrubs caught the fire. He set the swallow to roast.

He took a helping of it and savoured its taste with delight. Opening his eyes, a butterfly buzzed over the stream, to the applause of his eyes and he heard his last words.

‘You must not imprison beauty no matter how innocently; let beauty as truth roam freely’

He set a foot to the temperate of the stream, a cool breeze caressed him but the sparrows wailed in the distant background.

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This is also a contribution to the #AtoZChallenge and for the regular fictioneers cafe at Madison Woods’ Blog

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46 thoughts on “F is for Flash Fiction”

  1. “You must not imprison beauty no matter how innocently; let beauty as truth roam freely”…reminds me of “Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy . . . but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”

    You may not have written a poem (as were your initial intentions), but your writing was very poetic, nonetheless.

    ~Susan (here’s mine: http://www.susanwenzel.com/)

  2. This is an interesting shift in mood – delight in the flavour of the swallow, in the beauty of the butterfly, the freedom of truth – yet the swallow died for your pleasure, and you hear them wailing in the distance…
    Well done,

    Lindaura

  3. You painted a beautiful visual image with words. I must admit, the line “he heard his last words” threw me for a loop, and left me unsure of what to expect next.

    One suggestion – name the protagonist. It seems like the word “he” was overused.

  4. Many of the other comments said the same sentiment I felt – your story was poetry. I liked what you said about truth and beauty, and wonder why he was going to drown himself.

    1. Really, was he? I thought he was rather mourning a loss…that’s why the ‘sparrow wail in a distant background’ Thanks for stopping by and bringing this together, a Nigeria friend will soon be joining in. Enjoy your day!

      1. Ahhh, I thought he was wading into the river to drown himself because of grief or some other reason. I see now.

        I’ll be watching for your friend!

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