Starting Over – Flash Fiction

The fragrant smell of roses was my wake up call reminding me to savor the moment.  How long had it been?  Was it three or four years?  Shuddering I dispelled the troublesome thoughts that continued to creep into my head, derailing me.  I let my mind come back to the present. Today was going to be about me and I just hoped I could remember how to do that.

Taking my tea, I stepped outside, feeling the warmth of the morning sun.  I sat at the table I had lovingly restored and repainted.  There was a breeze that gently blew away the cobwebs of my past.  I felt almost light-headed as the thought of not one single duty to attend to brought a smile to my face.  Many possibilities suddenly presented themselves and I thought this year’s a different thing – I will not think of you

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Merril js hosting Prosery Monday at D’Verse
We are to write a piece of Flash Fiction or Non Fiction incorporating this line from Charlotte Mews’s poem called I So Liked Spring.

This year’s a different thing - I will not think of you.

Prosery is regarded as a piece of fiction/non fiction of no more than 144 words, excluding the title.

  18 comments for “Starting Over – Flash Fiction

  1. February 17, 2023 at 12:29 am

    This is very uplifting, Christine. 🙂

    • Christine Bolton
      February 19, 2023 at 2:13 am

      Thanks Kitty ☺️💕

  2. February 15, 2023 at 4:58 pm

    The first 2 sentences in your 2nd paragraph instantly lifted my spirits. Looking forward to it being like that here.

    • Christine Bolton
      February 15, 2023 at 11:24 pm

      Yes Lisa, refinishing or just painting a piece of furniture can lift the spirit for sure ☺️💕

  3. February 14, 2023 at 7:37 am

    Beautifully written, Christine! I could feel and smell that breeze, and I hope it truly is a new beginning for the person in the story. 💙

    • Christine Bolton
      February 14, 2023 at 10:12 am

      Thank you Merril. You’re so kind 💕☺️

      • February 14, 2023 at 11:52 am

        You’re very welcome, Christine! ❤️

  4. February 14, 2023 at 5:10 am

    I love the way you start the opening paragraph with the fragrant smell of roses and then in the second paragraph, a breeze gently blew away the cobwebs of the past. It’s all about breathing, Christine.

    • Christine Bolton
      February 14, 2023 at 10:14 am

      Thanks so m much Kim. Yes! If we can’t breathe we suffocate and die. ☺️💕

  5. February 14, 2023 at 12:35 am

    Reminds of that Beatles song, ‘Because’, in it there’s a line, ‘Because the wind is so high, it blows my mind’ Lovely prose-writing, Christine. I can see the relation between our pieces! Great minds think alike :))

    • Christine Bolton
      February 14, 2023 at 10:16 am

      Thanks M Jay. You are so kind. I appreciate it. ☺️

  6. February 13, 2023 at 9:58 pm

    favorite line:
    “breeze that gently blew away the cobwebs of my past.”

    • Christine Bolton
      February 14, 2023 at 10:16 am

      Thank you Tzvi – I appreciate it ☺️💕

  7. February 13, 2023 at 9:26 pm

    Very good story of discovering oneself again

    • Christine Bolton
      February 14, 2023 at 11:26 pm

      Thanks Sadje. Much appreciated ☺️❤️

      • February 14, 2023 at 11:39 pm

        You’re welcome

  8. February 13, 2023 at 7:52 pm

    Very nicely done!

    • Christine Bolton
      February 14, 2023 at 10:18 am

      Thank you so much Dwight ☺️💕

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