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For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, take my hand and walk with me. I have something to share with you.
Here’s my contribution:
Not the type you hear at a Christmas party or where teens roughhouse or even the kind that makes your ass pucker. It’s not anything like those. It’s more like a wispy echo and in the distance children are playing. Or maybe once were.
ashes…ashes…they all fall down.
My feet are cold, bare upon this sterile floor. I step toward the lighted end, my reddened night shirt gapes.
More laughter, I step again.
The familiar voices ahead, are they my own?
My sticky hands tremble.
It does not wipe off.
My God, what have I done?