Did you ever wonder where stories come from? In this case I had an idea pop into my head last night while reading a book. I wrote the basic idea down on a notepad along with a few lines of dialogue so they would not get lost to sleep. This morning the following flash fiction was written.
Visitor
The visitor marveled at the garden and its testament to a life that was in balance with nature. He worked his way through the house and found William in the study.
William turned and the sound of the visitors entrance. “I knew you would come.”
“It would kill me to disappoint you.”
William smiled at the shared personal joke. “Can you stay a while?
“It would be my pleasure.”
The sat and talked as old friends are wont to do. The talked of good times and bad; loves lost and battles won.
“I suppose we should get going,” William said with a sigh.
“If you would like.”
They paused at the door as William looked back at his soulless body.
“What will my family do?”
“There will be anger and grieving,” Death replied, “but in the end they will realize that the time comes for us all and none can escape it. Not even me.”
The next step will be to let it sit for a pit and eventually go back and write more. Someday it will be mature enough to be let loose on the world!
Visitor
The visitor marveled at the garden and its testament to a life that was in balance with nature. He worked his way through the house and found William in the study.
William turned and the sound of the visitors entrance. “I knew you would come.”
“It would kill me to disappoint you.”
William smiled at the shared personal joke. “Can you stay a while?
“It would be my pleasure.”
The sat and talked as old friends are wont to do. The talked of good times and bad; loves lost and battles won.
“I suppose we should get going,” William said with a sigh.
“If you would like.”
They paused at the door as William looked back at his soulless body.
“What will my family do?”
“There will be anger and grieving,” Death replied, “but in the end they will realize that the time comes for us all and none can escape it. Not even me.”
The next step will be to let it sit for a pit and eventually go back and write more. Someday it will be mature enough to be let loose on the world!
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