Vultures – A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

Vultures - A Flash Fiction

 

Blinded by the deepest despair of her grief, she never saw them coming.

Vultures in human form, ready to dry out every least amount of blood left for the taking, grabbing for his belongings with such a fury, that left even the most distant members of his family gasp for air.

Such a contrast to the warm man he had been, always sharing, always worrying about the welfare of others.

They did not care about her loss, in the least.

Leaving her with nothing but the raw agony of loneliness, they left as fast as they appeared.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This Flash Fiction was inspired by the writing prompt “Grief”.

 

Invisible – A Dark Slice of Life Flash Fiction

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No one sees me, no one.

I blend in with the concrete, the lines on my face reflecting those of the lines of the pavement. I am bruised and battered, just like these streets, I call home.

Am I invisible, worthless in the corner of my domain, the bushes keeping me out of sight of the police. I shiver in the breeze, settling around me. It had rained last night, I am wet, I am cold, I am hungry.

No longer human.

Reduced to nothing but the shadow of what I once was. A beautiful young, and vibrant woman, my skin smooth, now laced with dirt and patches, that itch, over and over again. Never to heal. How could they in this filth?

There, a woman passes, her pace accelerates as she glances at m, like I am a piece of rotting flesh to be discarded.

Well, I do smell. But I have gotten used to the smell, it keeps me company, and it keeps those away who still see me, as a woman who could satisfy their sickening need. I smell worse than a dog, and it has become my armor. Ironic isn’t it?

I grin, staring toward the busy street in front of me, knowing that no one would miss me if I were just gone, disappeared.

After all, how can you miss the Invisible?

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

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