Monday, September 9, 2013

Green Sneakers (Flash Fiction)


Found on Google. I own nothing.
FLASH FICTION PROMPT

Green.

Her sneakers are green.

Why are they green?

Why is she looking my way?

She shouldn’t remember. There is nothing to remember. I can’t forget no matter how hard I try, but that is my problem. I didn’t catch her hand. I didn’t break her fall. I didn’t stick around to see her world return.

Grass stains on the white of your tennis skirt. Bloodstains on the white of her shirt. Twisted ankle, twisted head. She won’t remember me, even if I’m dead.

Stupid, stupid green.

Don’t look this way. Because I couldn’t save you, I lost.

I’ll never deserve your friendship again.

(c) Sara Harricharan 

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