Another busy week, another day late flash fiction piece. No matter, at least I remembered. This one was inspired by a prompt from Seventh Sanctum’s prompt generator and written… um, in The next minute or so, on the subway.
She Died
She died for love, they said. The blades fell upon her for the unbridled passion that lived in her.
I knew they were lying. She didn’t die for love. She died for jealousy, for anger, for others’ desire to possess her. She died for the schemer’s scheme and the envier’s envy and the gossip’s gossip. She died for the plans of others, others who didn’t love like she did.
She died.
Unedited flash fic written on the go, yay! Nothing particularly unique, but I like it.