Iain Kelly

Autumn had arrived. The windows were covered in early morning condensation as the cold air outside met the warm heated air of his apartment.

He pulled the blanket round his shoulders and stared at the murky grey dawn.

A child’s laughter, like a whisper on the breeze, echoed round the quiet room. Through the hazy window he saw a flash of a yellow raincoat, a pair of small red wellies running along the grass, splashing in the puddles. A face turned and looked, a small hand waved at him.

With the edge of the blanket he cleared a patch of moisture from the window.

The empty street stared back at him. The whisper died on the breathless air.

He lay back down on his bed and dreamt of the life he had once known.

The life he had lost.

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story or poem in around 150 – 175 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

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