Flash Fiction1
By Shirley Heelas2
The Sofa3
134 words4
Way up in the air, the smiling guy, straw protruding from his jacket sleeves, sits so proudly on the sofa.
Flames begin to curl upwards, slowly, gently, caressing its base.
Hot tongues of red and orange lick up around the flowery cushions, teasing this proud gent’s legs as they inch towards him.
Many guys have smiled such a smile on that sofa. It has witnessed and cushioned fifteen years of hot embraces.
But it knows too many secrets. It holds, and refuses to let go of, too many memories. So as a new bride I sign its death warrant.
The flowers are blackening. The wooden frame is creaking. At the moment of release the guy falls sideways and gives in to the heat of the moment.
The sofa finally receives its own fiery embrace.5
Comments
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Good piece of flash fiction utilising rich descriptive language to evoke a strong picture in the reader's mind. I liked how the 'fiery embrace' linked in with the earlier 'caressing the base' and 'teasing'.
Keep writing and welcome to Storywrite!
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Hi,
Thanks for the great comments. And like your Homepage!
Shirley x
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