His face was a mask, emotionless, as he laid the single crimson rose on the ground. If only he had acted sooner, but expressing his feelings was not something that came easily. Now she was gone, he would never know how it felt to hold her in his arms, the smell of her hair, her whispering breath. Only once his chance was lost had he realised how much he loved her, how much he needed her in his life, how empty he felt.
A single tear rolled down his cheek.
Writing prompt from http://creativewritingink.co.uk/writing-exercises/
That''s a nice way to interpret the mask and I can feel his sadness
ReplyDeleteVery precise. Wanda
ReplyDeleteI commend you... flash fiction is not easy to write but you've done it so well!
ReplyDeleteThank you all! It's lovely to get good feedback
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