Morning View

aug 10

Awakened by the loud jeers, cheers of the playing boys outside, I slowly went out of bed. He’s standing just outside our bedroom door staring, waiting for me. He offered his hands with a weak smile. I smiled back and took his hand to his surprise.

Outside, I gripped his hands tighter as my eyes adjust to the shining sun. Then I saw the cheerful and loud boys. Stubborn tears fall. The vivid memories of my four soccer-playing sons rushed back.

Wrapping his around me, he softly whispered, “It’s okay, love. Our boys are surely playing in heaven too.”

Word count: 100

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Photo credit: Yinglan


In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) August 09, 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 hosting this awesome prompt, Priceless Joy! ❤ 

Read more short stories here:

46 thoughts on “Morning View”

  1. Oh dear, oh dear… this is beyond heartbreaking. The pain that their parents must have felt deep inside is incomparable. 😥

    P.S. Dearieee, I only brought one body bag. Why must it be four? Huhu

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    1. Hi Michael! Thank you for reading and for your comment. 🙂 I think your blog is not linked to your gravatar? May I ask you a link to your blog so I can visit you too? 🙂


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