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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
Lily of the valley.
That was my favorite song for years. Our favorite song. I don’t remember when it
changed. I just remember the Sabbath mornings where we’d stand with our
faces to the sun, singing songs that seemed so very old, but so very
special. I remember your voice. So beautiful.
Lilies.
White. Pure. Simple.
Peace.
How I miss it. How I miss you.
The way things were, the simplicity of the simple.
It’s all a mess these days. Such a horrid, wretched mess. Because
somehow in looking for you, I’ve managed to lose myself.
(c) Sara Harricharan