It’s as if no one’s breathing, as if the clock stopped ticking, as the white cloth draped around the statue slowly unveils my painted carabaos.
Cheers roar, claps chatter, tears fall, it has only been three months since this town was wreaked havoc by the strongest typhoon ever recorded. Million-worth of homes destroyed, dozens of trees uprooted, thousands of lives ended.
As I wipe my tear-soaked face, I know I made the right choice– to paint again after a decade-long hiatus caused by my gallery’s sudden bankruptcy. Now I’m painting not just expensive art, but joyful smiles from the heart.
Word count: 100
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Photo credit: S. Writings
*This is inspired by the tragic Typhoon Haiyan, known as Yolanda, which hit the Visayas area of the Philippines on November 2013.
In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 29, 2016.
- a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
- each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
- no serial (continuation) stories
- include a pingback to the challenge post
Thank you for a though-provoking prompt, Priceless Joy!