Flash Fiction

Rosa stood with her back to the wall: her shoeless feet bleeding. The last thing she remembered was a deep crimson halo with millions of tiny silver stars sparking off it. That was last night when she checked the clock at 2. Looking down, she ran both hands over the mound of her 9 month belly and saw the liquid between her toes. She wretched as her words lit up the air: ‘somebody please help.’

(Previously published as the 75 words of the day on the wonderful http://www.paragraphplanet.com)


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