I was able to submit an entry into this week's #ThursThread for the first time since December of 2019. Let's hope my next entry isn't four and a half years from now.
The blogpost and all of the other entries can be found here: https://siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads-tying-tales-together-week-605/
For those unfamiliar with this particular flash contest, you are given a prompt and a word count to craft something new. It can be from a current WIP or just something that pops in your mind. I went with something new.
My entry is below:
The Prompt:
"I don’t really know how.”
Word count 100-250 words
It was a beautiful day in Los Angeles, for all that he noticed. The warm ocean breeze ruffled his hair as he stood lost in his thoughts. It could be Hell on Earth and he would remain unmoved. Instead, his focus was on the wedding band he held in his fingers. The delicate platinum band matched the larger one he wore on his ring finger of his left hand. The ring he never ever expected to have to remove from his dead wife’s hand.
“I don’t really know how to do this alone,” he said to her, her ghost in his mind standing next to him.
She smiled sadly but didn’t say anything. How could she? She was a figment of his imagination.
“I never knew how to truly live until you came into my life. How can I go on living now without you?”
His body shook as he tried to contain the despair that ravaged him down to his soul. He fell to his knees, the sand of the beach cushioning his landing.
“Why?” he screamed up to the heavens. “Why her?”
His shouts garnered some odd looks from nearby beachgoers, but even they seemed to pick up on his pain and didn’t disturb him.
“Why did it have to be you?” he asked her ghost.
She knelt next to him but remained silent. If she had the answers, she wasn’t divulging them.
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The #Mourningstar drabbles are based on the Lucifer TV show. While my story is original and divergent from canon, I am playing in another creator's sandbox.
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