When I weep, granules of sand roll down my cheeks instead of tears.
Within my internal desert, once filled with starlight and birdsong, I cry over loves snatched by death, while sand piles up at my feet, and I feel myself sinking among the arid desolation, cactus spines, and carcasses.
Now it’s your turn. Give me a flash fiction story in about 50 words and post it in the comments, or post a link to a flash fiction piece you’ve written. Happy Thursday!
One last note, on Saturday I’ll be posting a flash fiction piece that’s just six words. You read that right. Come see what that’s about, and then see if you can come up with your own.