This one is kind of dark folks. Don't read it if you're depressed.
For this week's Flash! Friday we were asked to build upon this picture
And include the concept of "coming of age." So I came up with "Red."
Life comes in many colors. Death comes
in but one.
Red.
The sky bled with one thousand screams.
The landscape crawled with War Of The World invaders, each blast from
their laser eyes burning fury.
I tried to find some refuge, some
sanctuary, but found only paralysis in black words like “no
future.”
At the facility, we all tried to blend
into the sterile gray walls. But there was no avoiding it. Just
holding it off until your courage could find you.
When they inserted the probe, my brain
exploded in a reverse Marcia Brady first kiss fireworks display, a
perfect bookend to our own awkward pyrotechnics.
After it was all over, my boyfriend
kissed my forehead and said how brave I was for making the
right decision for us. We drove home, the weight of his world
dropped on my shoulders. I went upstairs, cut myself, and asked Him
to forgive me for spilling the blood of a child.
What do you think, dear friends and readers?
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