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Whispering Hope…Flash Fiction

Waterfall

I have been gone for ages and as I draw closer to that wooden bridge, my thoughts race along with the increase of my pulse.

Would you still accept me as I am? I wonder. My limbs torn up from shrapnel’s of an explosion; my sights no longer what they used to be, but still as bright within my heart.  As we slowly trundle past the bridge, the sound of the waterfalls are melancholic melody to my ears.

They wring vivid memories which had kept me warm during the dark days. Of carefree laughs and frolics under the spray of the fall. Of long walks and whispered dreams.

Scott’s unmistakable excited barks and your rum whiskey tones, float to me.

I am home.

In response to the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Prompt flash fiction

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Image credit: Etol Bagam

 

30 thoughts on “Whispering Hope…Flash Fiction

  1. Welcome to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Wrtiers! We are happy you have joined our little challenge and hope you will continue.

    I love your story. I can only imagine what it must be like to come home from war. I think your story has touched that excellently.

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      1. Well, you know what they say, slow and steady wins the race. I will most definitely purchase and read your first publication as I am sure it will be a good one.

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  2. It can never be easy returning from war, especially with disfiguring injuries.The fear of being rejected by those you love because of such disfigurements must be hard to bear. And no one wants to be depedent on others for the rest of their lives. You showed all this well in your story.

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  3. I hope his homecoming is everything he hopes it to be. You capture his sense of apprehension and his longing for home as he remembers it really well. Good story. Welcome to the challenge. 🙂

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