Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Disarmed 

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Who do you think you are, disarming my arms? 

I’m a memory; tween girl wronged, such harm.

Life wasn’t kind to a child, such as I, 

“Girl be quiet;” he hit me, my soul flies.

Woman, my mother, your fault it is not, 

You didn’t know his secrets; but I fought.

My own fault lay, his anger inciting, 

Daddies drunken rage; I went out with spite.

Ironically, you see; I shoved hard with both–

My arms, strong enough to make him me loath.

Hands claw at his throat; blind him in one eye, 

He’s in prison; and I with angels sigh.

Each day I see you cry with regret Mama, 

Your every breathe, sobbing from what you saw.

Words apologizing for not being there, 

How could you know? Woven in your despair.

Carved statue; youthful glow, eternal girl child, 

My soul hovering; watch statue defiled.

Did the marble break? No quality of stone?

Smooth form, my likeness made; please understand —

My soul’s not here kept; I’m where clouds form rain,

My life’s c’est fini; God will heal your pain.


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

29 thoughts on “Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Disarmed 

  1. rosemawrites June 7, 2016 / 5:46 am

    oh my.. oh my… this is heartbreaking. 😦 😦 😦 it somehow reminds me of The Lovely Bones. Haunting, and heartbreaking! GREAT work, Mandi!

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    • mandibelle16 June 7, 2016 / 5:58 am

      Yeah, you are right Rosema. Has that feel a girl killed violently, her family mourning and lost, while she looks from heaven. Maybe, a common theme in literature?

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      • rosemawrites June 7, 2016 / 6:05 am

        yeah yeah yeah! indeed. i am not sure if it’s common, but you manage to make this one your own, Mandi. 🙂

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    • mandibelle16 June 7, 2016 / 4:11 pm

      Thank you JA. Yes tragic and sad, but I think where she is she now is much happier then she ever was on earth. Harder on her Mama. Thanks for your comments 🌸

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    • mandibelle16 June 7, 2016 / 4:45 pm

      Yes, poor girl who it was made for. Thank you for commenting PJ 🙂 Hoping your week is awesome ❤️💗


  2. angietrafford June 7, 2016 / 5:03 pm

    This is certainly a heartbreaking poem. Very well written.


    • mandibelle16 June 7, 2016 / 6:26 pm

      Thank you Angie for reading and your thoughts. Much appreciated. Happy you liked the poem, despite it being sad.

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    • mandibelle16 June 7, 2016 / 6:26 pm

      Yes, I know. Sorry seems like I have written too many sad pieces lately. I will try for some happy next flash fiction round. Happy you enjoyed anyways.

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  3. Deborah Drucker June 7, 2016 / 11:07 pm

    Sad story but I think the image does suggest some kind of suffering or violence against the young girl. Even if it is by vandals.

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    • mandibelle16 June 8, 2016 / 12:54 am

      Thanks for reading your comments Deborah. Yeah, it reminded me of like a statue used as a tombstone. Yeah, I don’t know about the arms. Vandals, poorly made? Who knows.

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  4. Michael June 7, 2016 / 11:37 pm

    Great response to this image Mandi…..liked your approach

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    • mandibelle16 June 8, 2016 / 12:52 am

      Thanks Michael. Appreciate you stopping by as well.


  5. maria June 8, 2016 / 6:53 am

    Awwee this really is a heart breaking piece. 😦 Such a tragic thing to happen to an innocent child.


    • mandibelle16 June 8, 2016 / 3:36 pm

      Thank you JR. Tragic story, but little girl is in heaven, no pain now. The Mother is sad, I’m not sure if she can hear her daughter’s words or not, but she tries to comfort her saying it’s not her fault, she couldn’t have known. The Dad was sly and hid his terrible self from the Mom. I guess her hope is that she will see her little girl one day above the clouds 🙂


  6. Singledust June 8, 2016 / 12:17 pm

    so sad…i feel she is sad to say goodbye to her mother and yet blames her father for something….love the line,….i am where clouds form rain….i feel her anguish. well written

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    • mandibelle16 June 8, 2016 / 3:33 pm

      Thank you very much Singledust. You read the poem exactly, very well. It is sad, but in the end for the little girl, she’s in heaven and there is no pain there so she is happy.

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    • mandibelle16 June 9, 2016 / 3:04 pm

      Thank you Susan. Happy you liked despite its sadness. To me it looked like a child statue as part of a grave marker.

      Liked by 1 person

  7. luckyjc007 June 12, 2016 / 11:43 pm

    A really beautiful, but sad poem telling a great story. Thankfully, the little girl is happy, but I really feel sorry for her mother.

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