Flash Fiction: The relapse

Flash Fiction: The relapse

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Aron walked in to find his wife, Nina, passed out on the dinner table. The bouquet he was holding fell involuntarily to the ground. The house was dark except for a flicker of light from a candle and an odor of Alcohol mixed with something smoky filled the atmosphere.

He shook Nina gently whilst trying to maintain his composure. It took a few minutes after she regained consciousness for reality to dawn on her. A distraught Nina clutched herself, trembling and sobbing.

Aron steadied her as she buried her tear stained face in his chest. They maintained that position long enough for Nina’s state of mind to regain some normalcy. She gazed into the eyes of the man who had always been her rock through her numerous down spirals,
  “I want this baby Aron”, she spoke, placing one hand on her barely visible bump “I- I need help”.

He hugged the mother of his unborn child a little tighter… There was nothing more to say.


Word count: 165 words. This story is in response to Flash Fiction for aspiring writers photo prompt challenge hosted by Priceless Joy. Thank you Pixabay.com for this week’s photo.

N- Now is good

N- Now is good

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Now that I’m older,
It does seem time flies;
Can barley grasp minutes,
‘Fore they slip through my hands.

                   Now days are running,
                   While the nights seem too short;
                   It’s the first string of light ,
                   ‘Fore you know, dusk arrives.

Now I am learning-
Life is a series of test;
Experience comes first hand,
And the lessons come next.

                   Now, is substantial-
                   Now is good, Now is great,
                   For all the things needing doing;
                   Tomorrow maybe too late.