Flash Fiction: Love For The Lost & Lonely

 

(This is an original piece written for IndiesUnlimited.com‘s Weekly Flash Fiction Contest. The prompt was Dessert.)

I am but a grain of sand on the vacant hills of desert where no one has ever walked. There are millions like me, huddled together for miles in the exposing light of the sun. Heat warps the horizon as winds ripple the landscape offering the appearance of yellow sea stilled in motion. Water. I wish I were a grain on the shore pulling the tide over me like bedsheets in the morning.

I am but a grain of sand on the vacant hills of desert where no one has ever walked. I could grasp the claw of a vulture and escape into the abyss. I could claim my name as that one brave particle who fled monotony for thrilling adventure. I could be like Bilbo who was an average hobbit of an average sort plucked away into meaning.

I am but a grain of sand on the vacant hills of desert where no one has ever walked. I am the same as those around me. Identical. Or at least too small for variation to matter. I’ve heard it said that if it were not for each individual the mass would not be the same, but I don’t buy it. To the sky, I’m worthless.

I am but a grain of sand on the vacant hills of desert where no one has ever walked. Until now. Beauty passes by, weightless as a mirage, pressing on my soul. I cling to her. I will never be the same in her arms.