The Price of a Life…

The Price of a Life

{Word count: 99}

I have but a few minutes to survive.

The cold has left its mark, and I shall fall in the winter of my life. I have had a short life, yet long too. It has gone by in but a few hours.

Looking ahead at my brothers and sisters yet to come, I feel sad that my beauty has gone unseen, my skin untouched, me unloved.

They say each life has a place to shine, but my stage had no audience. Alas, who knows the price of a life cut short, the beauty of a flower broken by ice?

Image: Flowers with Ice, by Janet Webb
Image: Flowers with Ice, by Janet Webb

Inspired and shared with the open prompt at Project 365. The prompt that got this story out from my muse was — “You have 15 minutes to address the world live. What would you say?”. The picture prompt at Friday Fictioneers, inspired me to write the words of a winter blossom. Image credits to Janet Webb.


(6th December 2014)

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Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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