Dozen (Flash Fiction)

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FLASH FICTION PROMPT

A dozen different things ran through my mind when I saw her.

At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me again--the useless old things. But I remembered and I forgot, in the very same instance.

So many different things. So many different times.

So much. So little.

How I miss her. On days like these, I miss her the most.

Because the day I saw her die was the very last day of my life.

At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me--troublesome things--for a dozen different moments ran through my mind when I saw her.

(c) Sara Harricharan