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Flash fiction: Tears

I recently learned of a style of writing called flash fiction. Rather than restate what it is, here’s a link to a Wikipedia article that describes it in some detail Flash Fiction. Generally speaking, a piece of flash fiction should be no longer than around one thousand words.

Well, I was so intrigued by the concept that I decided to write a short piece about something that’d been in my thoughts for a number of years now. So, here it is.

 

Tears

Michael and Claire were married amidst a fury of passion and love. Neither could imagine life without the other, so when it came time for Michael to leave his bride home alone for the first time, he wasn’t sure what to expect. From the vantage point of years gone by, Michael thought of that first departure and what had struck him the most about it.

Tears.

She had stood by the garage door as he’d backed out of the driveway, her face awash in tears that streamed down her cheeks. He recalled how sad he felt as he watched the love of his life wiping her eyes while she shivered beneath her robe, the chilly fall wind blowing through a gray morning.

She wept

Tears.

By the time he’d pulled out of the driveway, his stomach ached at the thought of leaving her for the week as he travelled on business. He took one last look back. Claire, still weeping, blew him a kiss.

Tears.

They were the one constant Michael could count on each time he had to leave his wife. Whatever else happened, he always knew that he’d see those lovely, blue eyes admitting her loss of his presence, if even for only a matter of a few days. They kept those times of travel bearable, for he could barely hold on while he was away from his love.

Tears.

It was time to go yet again. It was his job; he had no choice. He kissed her gently and touched her cheek, staring into her eyes, as if perhaps they would linger in his thoughts more clearly the longer he took them in. She smiled weakly, but there was no happiness to be found. Nor was there the despair he’d seen in years past. Nor were there … tears

No tears.

They were gone. He looked into her face and felt the familiar sting of sorrow well up in his eyes. Her dry eyes averted his, glancing away as if afraid of revealing the truth. He kissed her lips gently, then shuffled to his car.

Where were they today?

He sat behind the wheel, peering through the windshield as he always did. But instead of seeing his wife crying, he saw only an empty smile filling an empty face. He started the car, placed it in gear, and began rolling out of the driveway. His eyes never left her, though hers rarely caught his. He glanced behind himself as he entered the street. When he looked back, she was gone. The garage door was closing.

His tears fell.

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  1. Ash
    May 31, 2012 at 9:52 pm

    This flash fiction seems interesting….maybe I should try it out a little sometime.

  2. May 31, 2012 at 10:19 pm

    Flash fiction is amazing. It’s practically all my blog contains.

  3. June 1, 2012 at 6:18 pm

    This is awesome! I’m so glad you finally gave it a try, it was definitely worth it. A good (and sad) read!

  4. June 9, 2012 at 4:56 am

    Wow! Loving this great way to get creativity going.

    • June 9, 2012 at 10:37 pm

      I know. Isn’t it awesome? Really glad I was introduced to it. Looking forward to more …

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