The Fallen

No one wanted to go down, so I volunteered. I’ve been here for three days only but I now know why my friends begged me to think twice. I have helped random people thrice. I never got a “thank you” even once.

I helped an old man cross the street, he stared at my face and gave a mischievous grin before he left. I helped a mother pick her baby’s fallen rattle. She hurriedly grabbed it and whispered with disgust, “snatcher”. My last try was with a teenage boy whose lifting a humongous box. He just laughed and let me lift it on my own.

With three failed tries, I am now stoned. Broken and armless. Yet my heart’s in full bliss. I’ve fallen from heaven to earth to show humans little kindness. Three have showed ungratefulness.

But they are just a small percent of these beings I still love and believed in, and I’m not giving up on them.

Word count: 160

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Photo credit: Phylor


NOTE: My mind’s churning something gruesome and dark when I saw this photo but I’ve posted a lot of sad pieces recently so… I showed this photo to my Dearest and asked what could be written out of an armless statue. So.. voila! 😀

In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) June 07, 2016.

Rules:

  • 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! ❤ 

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