Snowed under

(100 word flash fiction)

Her eye sockets are filled with snow. She can feel it dripping into her empty cranium where once had pulsated red-hot rages and electric aliveness. Once. Long ago.

Sliding down her spine, past the throat that had sung arias and screamed with equal intensity. Once.

Through an empty ribcage where her heart had often wanted to burst its bars and explode. Once.

Past a vanished solar plexus that had blazed like a sun. Once.

It collects in her pelvis, where a tiny half-formed skeleton lies, surrounding it like amniotic fluid.

He had not known it was there. Her husband / murderer.


This story just wrote itself. 🙂 So I have to post another FF for this week FF prompt –


PHOTO © Dee Lovering


20 comments on “Snowed under

  1. The murder is chilling, but even more so is the detailed description of the parts, and actions, that bring the character to life (who seems to be aware still). I love it, it’s very unique. I wonder what it takes to find peace and let go of her mortal frame.

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