Flash Fiction: Confusion


Confusion set in a few years ago, but recently its gotten worse. Before my mind went blank, I could remember the general direction of where the car was parked. But now, I seem to wander around the foggy sea of cars hoping that one of them is mine.

Excerpt from my story, Confusion on Friday Flash Fiction.

Crow Friday: The Blanket

It’s not just a blanket

Of yarn and red silk

That her father

Bought for her to hold.

It covered her spirit.

It warmed her soul.

It protected her

From the monster’s shadows

That scaled

Her bedroom walls.

Although her father’s gone,

A piece of the blanket

Still remains.

The only thing left over

From the time

She was a fearful little girl.

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