Hidden Pain

Here is another (non-winning!) story I wrote a week or so ago for the Ad Hoc Flash Fiction weekly competition. The prompt word was splinter.

Emma said I shouldn’t tell him what I’d done. She was right; what would be the point in telling him now that it was over? Why upset everyone? The time for talking had passed.

But I couldn’t get rid of the pain I carried in my heart. Like a large wooden splinter was stuck there becoming infected, the pain grew worse, not better each day. The burden of guilt was too heavy for me to bear alone.

Emma said I needed to move on with my life. ‘What’s done is done’, she said. She was right, but it’s never that simple. That’s why I decided to tell him in the end. He was the only one I thought would understand my loss. Our loss.

He cried. But as he held me afterwards, I felt the splinter finally begin to shift. I knew I was no longer alone.

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3 thoughts on “Hidden Pain

  1. I love the way a word prompt conjures up so many different ideas – I would never have thought to have gone this route and I really like this idea. Such a sad story but with some light at the end of it – nicely done 🙂

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