“Please, Mom? I’ll do anything,” Josh pleaded. “No.” She didn’t even flinch. “Don’t ask again. I won’t repeat myself.” “But Mom…” He’d never wanted anything so bad in his life. “Okay, that’s it. Just remember: you brought this on yourself.” She pulled the duct tape out of her purse. “No,
Warmly colored leaves soften the cold forest floor beneath me. I scour the sky for meaning, in vain. The encroachment of evergreens and branches keep secrets. I shriek for answers that will never come, and tears burn unimpeded into my ears. But no one’s listening to me, not even the trees.
My newest flash story (with one of my photos) for the 55-word Flash Contest by Austin Briggs. Go see what you think, and be sure to "like" it. Becca ;) For My Broken Heart Timeless Writing.