Wednesday 16 January 2013

#Flash52 - Wings

She longed to be the girl in the picture. Hell, she'd be happy to be the horse, or the rocks or the clouds. Why did it have to happen here? Why did he ruin such a beautiful painting by hurting her in front of it. Every time she looked at it, she returned to that day, to that desperate desire to escape, to the searing pain the tore her in half. The girl didn't look especially happy, but she looked whole, something Samantha would never be again.

"Ready to go home, Pumpkin?"

Sam was careful not to look at the librarian as he scanned her books and card. She didn't look at anyone besides her stepfather.

"What's wrong, sweetie? I know you love to read, why do you always seem so sad when we come here?"

"I'm just sad to leave," she lied.

Her stepdad's warm, brown eyes seemed even softer, even more protective as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I understand. Let's get home to Mom."

Samantha didn't look back. She never looked back.

Well, that was kind of bleak. Check out all the other flash stories written to the same picture on Kharisma Rhayne's blog.