Flash Fiction: Chisel

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Prompt: https://carrotranch.com/2019/03/14/march-14-flash-fiction-challenge/

99 words

Her mouth is the last thing to chisel into existence. He does not know why he left it until the end, when all the rest of her is already finished. Perhaps she does not need a mouth. The smooth plain where it should be intrigues him. But she is his companion, the fulfillment of a promise to himself: he will no longer be alone. Damp with effort, he lowers his chisel yet again until its tip barely touches the stone. Sweat beads on his temple as he strikes the first mark. Then his hand slips and gashes her cheek.

~H

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Charli Mills says:

    A beautifully rendered story — I feel like it mirrors the slips we make in relationships. Thank you for sharing your flash at Carrot Ranch!

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