The Sky Writer
Throngs of strangers dot the beach. A great sampling of humanity brought together by the promise of sun, sand and salted water.
All eyes aim towards the heavens.
As the sky writer loops around a final time, belching out a final trail of white smoke.
"Dan loves Amy. But Amy doesn't love Dan."
Having nothing left to say, the sky writer jumps, his body falling between the dissipating smoke ring forming the "D" in his name.
All eyes aim towards the heavens.
As the sky writer loops around a final time, belching out a final trail of white smoke.
"Dan loves Amy. But Amy doesn't love Dan."
Having nothing left to say, the sky writer jumps, his body falling between the dissipating smoke ring forming the "D" in his name.
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Author's Note
to the wife and the pup. great loves that keep me flying.
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I've having one of them "why didn't I think of this" moments that builds character beneath the resentment of a fellow writer.
Nice.
Geoff, this is the best micro-flash I've read in quite some time. The images and emotions you pack into this small space are rich.
Yes, there needs to be more skywriting in fiction, absolutely.
There isn't enough space here to write how much I loved this story so I'll do it with the brevity of a flash fiction story: your piece was perfect!
I love a good suicide story, and this is a good one.
It took a second read for me to appreciate. I'm not a grammatical purist, but initially I was distracted by the phrases constructed as sentences.
Elegantly tragic. Enjoyed this, Geoff.
Simple and brilliant. I loved it.
Ha, your note is kind of creepy the more I think about it. Or maybe that just reflects how effed up I am.
Great stuff here, really enjoyed. Quite an evocative piece.