She had a lots to say but none to hear. Every evening,I saw her with balloons,she talked to them. To each balloon she told a secret and let it free.Yesterday she said she confessed her love.
Will she today share the name ?
she came,empty hands.And walked into the lake.
I could never know the name.
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Prompted @ Thursday Tales , Submitted to Friday flash 55
Oh my God!—This one sneaks up at you.
Again—a novel in a few lines.
Jaye—well done
“To each balloon she told a secret and let it free” Great thinking. It beautifully captures the essence of the picture
Nicely done Nimue,
short, sad but so great.
this one is pretty cool. she is a bit quirky but magical and then tragic…
enticing
If only the balloons could speak the secrets ~ there would be so much to know. Beautiful 55.
Here’s mine: Friday Flash 55 ~ Doing Time
Excellently done. You’ve captured such emotion in so few words.
What an excellent capture of the loneliness of someone’s life…bravo!
Lady Nimue…
Great creativity flows from your head.
Loved your 55 My Dear.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Brilliant work
Oh wow… this is a gorgeous bit of writing. Very loaded and yet so short!
Such a sad story….well told.
tragic ending tale told very well
this one truly hits home.
the idea of telling a balloon secret and let it free is superb.
cheers.
a rocking 55 for all to enjoy.
And perhaps, the name on her lips was already underwater.. in another world
Very nice!
I.LOVED.THIS.ONE.LIKE.I.HAVE.NEVER.LIKED.ANY.POST.BEFORE.
TOO damn good!
The bleakness hits hard…
jingling chains