Fiction

Time to Heal

13th September 2019 — 8

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Fiction

Time to Heal

13th September 2019 — 8

This week’s writing prompt courtesy of Carrot Ranch’sFlash Fiction Challenge is to write a 99-word story (no more no less) that includes the “greatest gift“. When you sit and think about it, we have so many gifts. Some are not always obvious and some can appear to be more like curses. This may not seem like the greatest of them until you need it!


“I don’t understand, why can’t you just bring her back?”, he sobbed, “You could just bring her back!”
“I can’t,” said Death, “I don’t choose who lives and who dies.”
“Your Death!” he spat, “If you don’t choose, who does?”
Death shrugged and pointed up, “Someone upstairs.”
He shook his head,“ I don’t want to live without her, I can’t!”
Death looked down and played with his hourglass.
“Please!” he pleaded, staring into empty sockets.
“I can give you something that will help,” said Death.
“What?”
“The only gift I have,” said Death, handing over the full hourglass, “Time!”

Cover image courtesy of: Aron Visuals

8 comments

  • Sadje

    14th September 2019 at 2:16 am

    Great story.

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  • D. Avery @shiftnshake

    17th September 2019 at 2:15 am

    Death passes the buck. Other wise, seems a nice fellow in this. Great take.

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    • Chris

      17th September 2019 at 7:58 am

      Thanks D, I’d imagine he’s a nice enough fellow, but I’d avoid shaking his hand 😉

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  • nightlake

    17th September 2019 at 2:50 am

    That is a well thought out piece. nicely done

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    • Chris

      17th September 2019 at 7:59 am

      Thanks, sometimes they write themselves.

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  • Charli Mills

    19th September 2019 at 4:51 pm

    Your flash is absolutely chilling. A worse fate than loss is to have more time with that loss. Makes me wonder how many times the sands have passed from and to grieving hands.

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    • Chris

      19th September 2019 at 5:03 pm

      Thanks Charli. I still haven’t decided if it was a gift or a curse. Does time heal all wounds? If it doesn’t, death is just being cruel.

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