Flash Fiction Time!

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It’s time for another MyFlashFiction Challenge!

Challenge for October 12-19:

Write a story in 3 sentences

You can enter any time in the next days

I feel something fall onto my shoulder as I walk by the countless trees with bright autumn leaves. I turn my head to the side to see that it’s a crisp yellow leaf. I’m sure it must have fallen from one of the trees that I just passed by.

I brush the leaf off my shoulder and continue walking. There’s no point for me to stay here after what went on at his house. There’s nothing left here in this town that should keep me here.

With a small sigh, I wrapped my scarf more securely around my neck and continued walking on this road, a road with trees filled with autumn leaves.

Perhaps things will get easier, but for now I have to accept everything that he told me. If what he said is what he thinks, then I’ll respect his decision. There’s no way I can change his mind, or everything else that, unfortunately, happens for a reason.

~DezzyXO

Autumn had always been her favorite time of year. The cooler air, the leaves changing from green to brilliant red, oranges, and yellows, and the way the sunshine would fade to twilight a little earlier each day. Everything about the fall season made her feel alive, and it made her remember. It made her remember him.

He had disappeared when she was very young. Her memories of him were now fuzzy around the edges, like a photograph turning yellow with age. She was able to keep herself from thinking about him most of the year,
and that helped with the heartache of not having him in her life. But in autumn it was like he was everywhere. She would watch the leaves fall from the trees in a cascade of colors and she could almost hear
his laughter from when she would jump into his freshly raked piles. She was five in that memory. The smell of apple pies and cinnamon would bring on the memory of cooking lessons in the kitchen, and how a
few cinnamon sticks in the oven would always keep a house smelling like a home. She was seven when he taught her that. The harvest moon always made her think of the last time she saw him. He had told her
that the moon had always been in love with the earth, and once a year he got up the courage to show his love by shining brilliant and bright in the hopes of one day winning her heart. She was nine when he told
her that story and taught her that love never gives up.

She never knew why he left, but every autumn she would think of him and smile. And when she looked up at the harvest moon she believed in her heart that they were standing under the same sky, thinking of each other, and remembering that love never gives up.

~ CFmomLisa

The leaves had turned brilliant shades of yellow and gold and the air was crisp and cool. It was normally Savannah’s favorite time of year. She loved drinking hot chocolate and wearing warm, soft sweaters. The
nights were shorter, but the beauty of the season tempered her longing for the sun to hang in the sky just a bit longer. None of that mattered this year. Ever since Zeke had left, colors were a bit duller; the air was a touch too cool. She layered on shirts and jackets, but nothing could warm the coldness that had settled into her soul. As the slowly passed, the memory of Zeke began to fade, replaced by the resplendent colors of her favorite season. She might have given Zeke her heart and soul, but she would not give him the fall.

~Saluki

I walk slowly down the side of an empty country road; listening to the soft yet distinctive crunch of the fallen autumn leaves beneath my boots. Aimlessly, I meander along the path contemplating all the thoughts running haphazardly through my head. I barely know you; I’ve seen you around for a week or two, and talked to you once or twice, but we barely know one another. Somehow, deep within myself I feel the sharp pull of my heartstrings every time you laugh or smile at me. Every now and then, I wonder if it is unwise for me to allow
myself to fall so quickly, and let passion take root so soon. In that same moment I realize that without the fiery emotions passion brings, as bright and colorful as the changing leaves of the autumn, life would be as barren as the trees in the coming winter months. Really, what would life be if not for ardor? My mind is made up; I will do what it takes to win your heart for my own. So, I continue forward, on the long road to my home, and my future.
~fireyhotchick