This is my second time writing flash fiction, brevity being a challenge for me.
The photograph Rochelle kindly posts needs to speak to you, you answering on the page in 100 words or less. Doesn’t have to be Pulitzer Prize winning, but it should be fun.
Many thanks to Rochelle rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com and my good pal David greenwalledtower.wordpress.com, both first-rate Fictioneers.
Pulled Up By The Roots
by Susannah Bianchi
It was the night of Hurricane Sandy I found out about you and her, that bitch I thought was my friend.
You said I was crazy, paranoid, lookin for a fight, but I smelled her cologne. How smug you were not even bothering to shower – or merely stupid.
We were in the park when we weren’t supposed to be. You called me feral, just because I threatened to scratch both your eyes out.
But when that tree fell, and you grabbed me by the waist pulling me outta the way…
that’s when I knew how much I loved you…