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The Price


Minerva rose from the sodden trench, her skin cracked and aged with time, a bobbing sea of crimson before her. The sky whirled above, a kaleidoscope of colour dashed with the ebony of ethereal crows – each hue a chapter of a life long lost. There was something somewhat uncanny about the air this time, a familiar tang of foreboding that hung like a tightened noose. She sighed.  When would mortals finally learn that the price of war was eternal damnation?

Flash Fiction – 80 words.
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  1. Karima Daoud13 August 2017 at 07:04

    I am in love with the concept of flash fiction as well as your execution. This piece is captivating and cryptic, filled with subliminal and metaphorical insinuations! Can't wait to see what else you come up with :)

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  2. Unknown13 August 2017 at 07:09

    What a beautiful piece of work about the Goddess that is awakened by war. Got that from the first read! Your are a brilliant poet!

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