The challenge is to write a flash fiction story of 100 – 150 words. I am trying to limit myself to 100.
This is the prompt photo by Priceless Joy
I see her everywhere. If I look up into the sky, the clouds arrange themselves into pictures of little girls – little girls playing, little girls sleeping. Sometimes just a face. Her face.
In the bath I lie and stare at the tiles, mottled and marbled. More pictures emerge. Babies turn into toddlers. Very rarely I can make out an older girl – a teenager who will never be.
Reflections in the rain-spattered surface are in technicolour. Surely that’s Amy! I turn around, tears mingling on my face with rain. She died a year ago, the day before her fifth birthday.