Flash Fiction – Missing

If you head to the woods you’d spot it immediately, there on the left hand side of the path that brushes past the briars. It’s only tiny, easily missed if you don’t know where to look, but once you see it you never forget.

You can only imagine the pain she felt when the rose was planted, the tears that were shed when she walked away, and the memories that rise unbidden when she visits.

The little tin plate says it all. ‘Much loved, always missed, hoping you’re OK. Love you always Mum xx’

(100 words)

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  1. Hi Linda

    A beautifully constructed Flash Fiction which definitely elicits the emotions you’d planned it would. I love writing Flash Fiction. I’d like to invite you and your readers to read what I feel is one of my better endeavors in writing FSF


    There’s a duplicate of this on my BlogSpot site for the same date 4/4/13