Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – To a Special Woman


She was sitting alone on a beach and she felt different than she had ever felt. She was young and beautiful and she was perfect; her beauty had no flaws. She was eternally youthful and magnificent. She could do anything she wanted her body was limber and strong.

The beach was the most peaceful place she had ever been. The tide washed up, but the water was transparent. The sand was white like pearls and glimmered. Her perfect eyes took in everything; her vision so sharp she could see far away. And where her vision stopped a seeing in her mind took over.

That’s when she realized she felt no pain. No pain, it was the strangest feeling. There was no aching in her bones. No headache and no sickness. Their was a sense of well-being and harmony within her. She knew then that there was only one place she could be, and she smiled in her radiant youth and walked towards the brilliant orange setting sun.

In Memory of Barbara Beacham.

 

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9 thoughts on “Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – To a Special Woman”

      1. She was a lovely person. It was right before they discovered a tumor in her lung that we started emailing. After they found the tumor, she started radiation and chemo immediately, but only lived about 2 more months. Very sad.

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    1. I’m glad you think so lucky. I didn’t know her. But I think of a Bible verse I’m not sure where it’s from that says, they’ll be no crying or pain because the old order of things has passed away.So, I hope Barbara is in a place like this.

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