The man shoved the woman to the ground. “Shut up you dang bitch! You are worthless,” he screamed a her. “A worthless whore” he mumbled as he walked away. Slowly she stood up. She felt the blood streaming from her nose and the puffiness of her eye. She looked towards the doorway. There stood her seven year old son staring at her blankly.
“Scotty.” a voice said, waking the young man out of his gaze. “Why are you here? The burial ain’t for another couple of hours?”
“I don’t right know ma’amm. I reckon’ I just wanted to make sure they were putting paw in the ground,” he said. “It had to be. He can’t come back ma’am. Our lives diverge from this moment in time. He got what was coming to him. Me and maw got peace. I ain’t happy. I ain’t sad. I am just content. It’s over.”
This fiction was written for VisDare 21: Diverge
Tough to write only 150 words about what came to mind from this picture.
Mind of Shoo 
whoa! Don’t ask me why, but it makes me think of Oliver.
I would say that man deserved whatever happened to him. Nice writing.
Thanks for the compliment. And he certainly was deserving.
Yes. This one would be tough to contain in 150 words, but boy you sure packed in the emotional punch. Gritty and powerful.
Shoo being able to withold our words when we write a piece like this requires great control – you have made your impact felt and it was very realistic.
Wow…thanks for such kind words…I really appreciate it. I love working within the confines of word limitation. It can be challenging. But sometimes I just want the words to flow.
Perfect flash fiction. A good tight story – just as it should be.
Thank You. 🙂