Scarlet~Flash Fiction

Misty morning
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Climbing up through the misty morning. She could not keep from stopping to admire the sky tinged with scarlet hues. Fleeing to these hills was her answer; her balm when life threatened to crush her dreams. Then she started to run towards the crest with enough speed to make her feel like she was going to jump into the sky and soar like the falcons. Freedom was here for her. Touching it and smelling it all around. She loved her family. They were here support group but sometimes they crossed the line with her. That’s when she sought relief. Sought to kiss the sky and breathe the air alone. This was how she avoided being cross with them. These hills were like a bell sounding a call to refresh and revive her soul.

Mist dissipates

mark the beauty of the dawn

the falcon circles


Β© Carol Campbell

Wordle 240

Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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8 thoughts on “Scarlet~Flash Fiction”

  1. How intriguing is this writing! It has many levels, at first reading it came to me as Fantasy, literally climbing out of the mist. I read it the first time in the email, mistaking the word “crust” for “crest,” as it is correct in the post. It is interesting how a misreading can cause an entire meaning to ricochet off into an entirely different form. This is beautiful writing, mystical and touching. πŸ™‚

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  2. To not be cross with our family who is supposed to give support, yet occasionally falters…
    I must make my own mountain. Perhaps my creek will have to do?
    Had to be cross with some who have a one sided memory and the other whose memory fails…

    Thanks for your visit. Little Miss keeps me busy during the week. But I do try to return visits to the same prompt or at least something from the same day…or something that tugs to be read. πŸ™‚

    Have a great weekend. We have a touch of snow here. Perhaps winters last kiss?

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