This post is in response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt, furnished by Rochelle on her blog, Addicted to Purple. Check out her blog and click the blue frog below to read other stories and to add your own. We get the photo (this week from Marie Gail Stratford) and up to 100 words to tell a flash fiction story. Mine this week is more of a character than a story, but I hope you enjoy anyway!
Change in Perspective
The city always seemed confining—towering buildings, people rushing around…and the noise creates walls even where there aren’t any.
It’s strange to look at it, now that I’m dead. Everything is muted, manageable, and I can pass through the walls. I simply walk into this apartment or sit down in that cab. I watch the father put his child to sleep. I listen to the executive on the phone with her mother while walking to a meeting.
There’s one place, though, that I cannot go: back. I can’t talk to those who knew me. I can’t make it right.
I’ve also finished the final installment of my short story, “Spring Spirit.” If you’re interested, here are links to all three parts: