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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

flash fiction for a Booksie contest



Bella came to her favorite place at dusk. She looked out onto the distant town below. The only home she had ever known.

There was a chill in the air so she covered herself with the shawl her nonna had made for her when she was a child. 

So many fond memories of her Nonna. But that was all she had left, her memories and the shawl. Nonna had passed away early that morning. 

The loss had drained Bella to the point of exhaustion. She had been crying all day. Yet she was able to gather enough strength to climb her way up to her spot. The place she always went to when she needed self reflection, or to just clear her mind. 

Bella tired to focus on all the good times with Nonna, and forget the dark and bleak final days. It was hard to do. Those last days, as Nonna wasted away in her bed, all the vibrant life melting from her, right before Bella’s eyes. 

Finally a  good memory broke through the grief. A time, long ago when Bella was five years old.  A hot summer day.  Nonna and Bella baking in the heat. Bella was playing in the dirt, digging a hole. Nonna told her to make the hole as wide and deep as she could. 

Later on Nonna came out of the house with two large buckets of water and poured them into Bella’s freshly dug hole. Together they cooled off splashing in the makeshift pool. 

The tears came again but this time they were happy tears. Happy because she would always have those memories. Cancer couldn’t take those away.

Rest in peace, Nonna. Until we see each other again. Make the hole as big and wide as possible. I’ll bring the water.

Submitted: May 25, 2021

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This was very well written. As I read it, I felt as though someone was opening up to me about a real life event or moment they had lived. In such a short story you were able to set up a beloved setting, characters, and resolution. Lastly, everyone had dealt with loss and grief of a loved one. Therefore, you made a brief story extremely relatable. I shelved this book to inspire for me for any of my future short stories and flash fictions. I think you did a wonderful job with this one and hope the best for you in the contest.

Fri, July 9th, 2021 9:50pm


Thank you very much!

Fri, July 9th, 2021 4:39pm

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