In My Arms – 100 Word Friday Fictioneers Microfiction Short Story
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Ted Strutz for the photo, whose efforts may be found here.
In My Arms
“T-There was moments d-during all this t-t-that I truly thought I-I-I’d m-make it back. I r-risked everything and anything, b-b-but…” he stammers as he looks towards the ground in awkward fashion.
She grips his hands tightly and squeezes them. “But you did, you did make it back.” she says as tears cascade down her cheeks.
He smiles faintly, “I-I-I did, did…” he says as he falls helplessly into her arms. Her eyes widen with terror as his flesh dissolves away until she is left cradling that remains of the man she loved, and her tears splash against the cold metal.
Thanks, there was so much going around in my head with this simplistic, yet deeply dense image. I almost sacrificed the vanity of the piece for dialogue, I’m so glad I didn’t.
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