This is the first time I’ve been able to link to Crispina’s Creative Challenge. I’ve penned a bit of Flash Fiction–a wee bit dark:
Innocence, Lost—Flash Fiction—67 Words
They found the body halfway in the tunnel, halfway out.
He was afraid to return to the scene until the investigators had finished their thing. At night, under the new moon, he stood by the bank and tossed in a few rose petals that were quickly covered with slime. So symbolic of his no-longer innocent childhood.
Bye, Dad, he whispered, before moving on to a new life. After all, no one even knew he existed.