Photo Story: I am …
I am the cold shiver in the warm bath, the sour bite of the cherry, the wedge of food in your windpipe. I am half past home time for the kids you trusted to the swing park. I am the rise in your stomach as you take the blind bend on the brink of too late. I am the late night call that pierces your sleep. I am the counterfeit shadow lurking in the garden before your eyes take on its truthful shape. I am the knowledge you try burying. I am the sterile stench of mortality at hospital doors.
Photo credit: Duane Romanell
sterile stench of mortality, amazing
Thank so much.
This is so powerful.
Thanks very much! Really appreciate it.
Just beautiful. 🙂 I really felt that at the end. The “wedge of food in your windpipe” is so visceral!
Thanks so much. That’s kind of you to leave feedback. Very much appreciated.
Thank you so much. That is so good to hear and much appreciated.
Beautifully written, stands out from many other flash fiction stories I have read.I have mulled over each image you have chosen so carefully and enjoyed each word. Thank you.
Thank you so much!