This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, a challenge that asks you to write a story of 100-175 words based on the photo prompt below. This week’s picture was provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!
The library had always been her sanctuary, her escape from life’s hubbub – until her world had crumbled.
Frances groaned, head in hands. Tears pricked her eyes. It was a sensation she’d become too familiar with over the past year. Grief clung, shroud-like, tainting her emotions. The only things she felt with any vehemence were loss and pain.
Every action since the day she’d cradled her son’s broken body had been driven by a need for justice. Determined, she’d sought evidence against the company whose equipment had caused her tragedy – and the man at its head.
Sometimes she wondered why she bothered.
It wasn’t as if anything she did made a difference. Nothing she’d found would prove the case against Willis. He was just too rich. Too powerful. What could a single woman do against his army of lawyers? She rubbed her aching temples.
“You can do it, Ma,” Jamie’s voice whisped. His ephemeral scent haunted her senses. She breathed deep, defeat dissipating as she embraced precious memories.
She would not let Willis win.
Word Count – 175
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Category: Flash Fiction, Writing ChallengeTags: 175 word story, business corruption, child death, flash fiction for aspiring writers, grief, justice, loss, micro fiction, short story, social divide, ultra short story, under 200 words
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