From the bridge
I look down
upon the frozen creek
and see a red mitten
bobbing under the ice.
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The visual I got from this would make an incredible painting. Just thought I’d share. Thank you for the beautiful imagery!
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Yikes!
lol
Haunting … and yet so tragically beautiful.
Thanks, Charlotte!
I was hoping for a final twist but still like it.
The final twist happens in the reader’s head, when s/he imagines the rest of the story.
I love this! Every time I see a lost mitten or glove or sock, I wonder how it came to be lost!
🙂
This has a flash fiction feel to it – it makes me want to know the story of the “red mitten”
Good!
This seems so simple but paints such an amazing picture in the reader’s head!
Glad it’s working!