Flash Fiction Friday: The Invisible Bomb

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This is my take on this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers’ challenge.

I saw her from the corner of my eye. The little girl walked with deliberate steps in the middle of the street. Motorcycles and cars filled the lanes ahead. Crowds bustled along the sidewalks. None paid her attention. Her eyes remained fixed forward, her steps never hesitated.

“Hey!” I yelled and waved my hands. She walked through the procession of vehicles, never altering her path. I had to stop her. Could no one else see her?

Twenty feet from her, I finally noticed her state. Barefoot, matted hair, ripped summer dress that only looked white against her dark brown skin.

“Hey!” I tried again. Passersby stared at me with looks of incredulity.

None looked at her, though. This little girl in their midst, dazed, dirty, and lost.

She stopped in the middle of the street. The crowds and cars weaved around her. She began to glow. Golden light spider-webbed her skin. It became brighter and brighter. A low, deep hum emanated from her and filled the street.

“Little girl?” I whispered. “What’s…”

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This is for the invisible. The ones we ignore until it’s too late. Too late for them, too late for us. Here’s to us changing that story.

What do you think? I’d love to hear your thoughts on the story, on how you’re going to change it.

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Don’t forget my Compassion Book Project, just one way we let the invisible know that we see them. They won’t be ignored any longer.

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11 thoughts on “Flash Fiction Friday: The Invisible Bomb

  1. lovely ! Russell ! the beginning kind of reminded of the song by Phil Collins another day in Paradise.
    continuation….and it looks that girl may be angel of compassion (as she began to glow ) she invoked that spirit of compassion in your heart and with her mission accomplished she showed you her angelic form
    what say 🙂

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