It was the sunshine on his shoulders that
made him cry. He never cried but here he
was blubbering worse then a Barbie doll
bimbo. The coffin slide down into the grave,
a clatter of dislodged soil disturbing a robin.
Clutching his son, he felt the warmth as her
goodbye.
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.