A WHISPER

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.


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Copyright Wildverbs

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.

To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

30 responses to “A WHISPER”

  1. An eerie story in a few words. Well Done.

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    1. Thank you so much Darnell, much appreciated.

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  2. unfulfilled childhood.. I wish you continue the flashback sometime again, Ian.

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  3. Words well used.
    Both depressing and off kilter, effective.

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  4. Really very good. Love that atmosphere, the understated loss, no need to explain what has happened as you imply it so well. Reminds me of the film Don’t Look Now for some reason, a man looking for a little girl he’ll never get back, the hole she leaves behind. Great writing Iain

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    1. Thank you Lynn – glad you made that connection, it was there in the description of the child and glad it added to the understanding 🙂

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      1. It worked very well, hitting home with added resonance

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  5. Oh my goodness, what a sad story! He was only dreaming of his children. Great story, Iain!

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    1. Thank you PJ, alas he was.

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  6. Another sad story Iain, but so vivid.

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  7. Good thing he went back to sleep. The picture is too difficult to understand.

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    1. Thank you – sometimes it is best to shut out those memories.

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  8. Oh no…that was a sad story fitting of the photo. Wonderful writing, Iain.

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  9. I like the feeling and mystery here. Is this the past coming to say hi or something that literally lost.

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    1. Thank you – I leave that for you to decide.

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  10. Full of melancholy that one.

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  11. Great story, Ian! I love the atmosphere that you provoke with this.

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  12. A sorrowful tale filled with sadness and longing. Superb storytelling Iain.

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    1. Thank you Keith, much appreciated.

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  13. Very evocative – the cold comfort of that blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

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  14. Sad and moody – like the photograph.
    I hope he is able to hold onto the memory of laughter.
    Ellespeth

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