Fiction in a Flash # 95

This photograph was taken from the Internet.

The "rules" are few and very simple:
* Your entry will come due each Saturday, when a new picture will be posted.
* You may only write 55 words.
* Your entry must be fiction.
* You may not alter the picture in any way.
* Post your entry as a blog on your page, and drop off the link in the comments section on this page.
* Have fun!  (Yes, it's a rule!  )

Vanity of vanities...

"...saith the Preacher, all is vanity and vexation of spirit."

Except when they are vanity plates.

Check out these New York State license plates, taken in my daily commutes to and from work.

Hehe!

Borrowed from Facebook...just to have a laugh!  

K's FIAF #94

SYMBOL

He lives for the symbols.  They are the way he reads the world, understands it, interacts with it.  His gaze never leaves the broken bloom at his feet, and even as the emergency worker approaches him, a bitterly resigned smile tilts the corners of his mouth.

Here lie their hearts...beautiful and broken beyond repair.

Love Story

A friend has this in the right rail on his page, and as I watched "Love Story", I remembered it.  In the movie, Jenny dies, and the pain is as bad as the one described at the end of this little reflection.  

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable.  It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.  You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you.  They didn't ask for it.  They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.  Love takes hostages.  It gets inside you.  It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.  It hurts. Not just in the imagination.  Not just in the mind.  It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.  But, "Don't hate love.”

I'm all shook up!  I know...I'm a sappy sod!  Here's the instrumental version...

And the song (that I can't sing now for crying)...

Fiction in a Flash # 94

These photographs were taken from the Internet.

The "rules" are few and very simple:
* Your entry will come due each Saturday, when a new picture will be posted.
* You may only write 55 words.
* Your entry must be fiction.
* You may not alter the picture in any way.
* Post your entry as a blog on your page, and drop off the link in the comments section on this page.
* Have fun!  (Yes, it's a rule!  )

CRC #85

Photos of Dragon’s Nest © Jesse

STORM

Roaring high above,

the dragon's breath rings lightning

from the thunderclouds.