[Flash fiction is an umbrella term used to describe any fictional work of extreme brevity, including the Six-Word Story, 140-character stories, also known as twitterature, the dribble (50 words), the drabble (100 words), and sudden fiction (750 words)]
She tried to find comfort in his words, that they were now in a better place though she really did not know what he meant. The house was full of people, some strangers to her, and they all seemed to be repeating the same thing to each other. They were now at a better place. Which was this place that was better? And better than what? Did it mean better than this house they called their home? If it was better, why had they not taken her too? But she didn’t ask any of those questions, just nestled closer to him and he hugged her as if he understood her turmoil.
A sudden cold fear clutched at her heart making her feel dizzy and nauseous. What if he left too? He had said that the place they had gone to was a lot better and they would be happier there. Would he want to go and live with them there? If he did, how was she to find him? She did not know even know the way around the neighborhood. She looked up at him anxiety making her eyes look too large in her face. His face was unshaven. He looked tired. And sad. Terribly sad. She hesitated, but she had to know. Dadda, she called softly to get his attention. If it is a better place will you want to go too?
© Shail Mohan 2020
Oh no! You create a rich context for those final words. A delight to read.
Thank you, Anne.
😦 .. so tough on children to deal with death. Even dealing with Corona itself is something that they do not understand – why do they need to wear masks, why can’t they go to school, or to play downstairs, or meet their friends. How do we explain to children when adults themselves are getting mentally exhausted. Add to it something like untimely deaths. Sigh.
I agree. It is so tough on children 😦 And corona has been especially hard on children and parents of small children living in confined spaces.