This flash/poem (if there is such a thing) is dedicated to my friend Charli, who in her grief for the recent loss of her best friend asked us to write a 99 word Flash Fiction about a breathless moment, to write about life.
“There is no other,” he lied.
My eyes blaze. A question.
“Do I know this to be true?”
There it is, the answer in the swiftness of his downward glance before he attempts to speak.
But I turn from his feigned sorrow to gaze upon the sun-seared final remnants of another lost day.
Mindless grief tumbles like the dark waters below into wrecked acceptance, and I want to scream of his betrayal, to announce it with a herald far above the rumbling skies.
Instead, I walk into the troubled night knowing that in the morning, I shall breathe again.