Flash Fiction: Eternity

This flash fiction piece first appeared in 50-Word Stories.


Cool grasses cradle my back. Fireflies flicker. I inhale the sweet, damp air; at peace for the first time in five years, three months, and nineteen days.

I could lay here beneath the black sky for eternity. Instead, I rise and kiss my husband’s tombstone before slipping into the shadows.

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5 Responses

  1. Diana Tyler (Eccentric Muse) says:

    At first, I was like, this is so serene and lovely. Then I got to the end and I was like ‘She got me!’ Well written (and spoken).

  2. Whenever you count the days with such precision I felt the end had not been good….

    • Mandie Hines says:

      I’m not entirely sure if this is along the lines you meant, I read it almost as the opposite, but in this case, the loss was so great that every moment that he has been gone is acutely felt by the protagonist.

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