#Violence and Felicity were born on the same day.
Violence thrived at school.
Felicity had always looked too weak, ethereal almost, unfit to endure reality. She was sent away.
No one knows where she lives now.
People miss her though. Some search for her all the time.
[Written for #vss365 - very short stories 365 - a flash fiction writing challenge on Twitter.]
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Memento mori: A Collection of Very Short Stories and Prose Poems
General FictionAlways be a poet, even in prose. ― Charles Baudelaire
