Emily Rae Robles

the paradoxymoron

Candy Apple Red (Flash Fiction: Day 2)

Prompt: candy apple red

He was so caught up in the beauty of streetlights reflecting on the wet pavement that he failed to stop at a light and was hit immediately by another car.  As he lay in the tangled mess of metal that had been his car, all he could see was his blood, candy apple red, blending into the pictures the streetlights made.  He closed his eyes and listened to the sirens screeching, the people screaming, the cars honking, absorbing the music of cacophony until his humanity overwhelmed his soul, and he passed out.

When he awoke, the blood was gone, but so was his left arm.  Sometimes he pictures it lying in the road, a masterpiece of God’s creation in the middle of man’s destruction.  When he closes his eyes, he can see the blood reflecting back into the traffic lights, holding the gaze of each one until it flashes in defeat. He marvels at the resilience of beauty, existing in even those places that seem forever lost to the searching eye.  As soon as he got out of the hospital, he returned to the street corner where his arm had been and watched the rain coat the world in a mirror of colors.  He had lost his arm, but he felt as if he had gained a second soul—one in candy apple red.

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February 5, 2011 - Posted by | flash fiction, writings | , , ,

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