Look, three days in a row posting flash fiction for Terri G. Long’s Blog Flash 2012. Maybe I can do this after all. Four entries to go.
Read Day 1: Thinking and Day 2: A Furry Friend.
Day 3: Color
“Never in the field of human conflict has so much been owed by so many to so few.”
– Winston Churchill
Cream-tinted pink blossoms wafted through the abandoned Normandy orchard, landing on his feet and face.
His broken spectacles lay nearby, yet the colors of this moment seeped through so rich.
Dolores wore a blue dress the day he enlisted, he remembered – Victory blue; she clutched his hand so tight.
His hand now, velvety red where it pressed tight to his stomach.
In their last hug, the nape of her neck smelled of apple blossom shampoo.
Miles away, the bells cried Victory. The sound overtook him, but it was mostly the colors he felt as he slipped away.
Photo Credit: Alex Barlow (stuckinseoul on Flickr) – All rights reserved