She lay there alone, in the dark enclosure, all the others were taken away, and none returned. She caught a glimpse of the outside world, whenever one was taken out.
Soon she was out in the open, she was struck, her face burnt for awhile…….
then the matchstick’s life was over.
ohh... so sad.. She was freed but lived for a very few moments. I wish she was freed much before...
ReplyDeleteShort and sweet! Brilliant stuff! Again I was left wondering till the last sentence relieved me of my misery of not being able to guess the mystery :|
ReplyDeleteReally nice and innovative!
Again a master piece. The genius at work. I could not guess till the last line. I did guess as soon as I read the lines “ Soon she was out in the open, she was truck, her face burnt for awhile……..
ReplyDeleteGood one, Johna. Again you have excelled in 55 words fiction. You are becoming a master in everything. Waiting eagerly for more.
I was wondering what had been imprisoned and my mind couldnt come up with anything valid ! Thanks to you dadda even a matchstick found its way to the blogging world :p
ReplyDeleteVery well written as always ! You just got better in this .. short, simple and sweet .. keep them coming !!
What can I say that hasn't been said by everyone here? :) What a wonderful idea, Dad! Loved the imagination behind the post :)
ReplyDeleteA matchstick!...You managed to find inspiration in a matchstick! My God...have I got loads to learn! :D :) Love you :* Keep it up...