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Skin Deep

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He felt the first cold, piercing touch of the blade. Pain coursed through him and he steeled himself for the onlsaught that he knew was coming. The knife would dig and gouge, clumsily slicing into him, revealing the soft flesh, releasing his lifeblood. Even when they came armed with the sharpest blade they still lacked the skill that would make the ordeal less painful. As this most recent assault progressed, he screamed his pain. A silent scream. It would disturb no-one’s dream but his own. When it was done, they stepped back and admired their handiwork.
He shuddered, and the pain shivered out through his leaves. Sap oozed from the wound as they left, arms entwined, oblivious to the pain they had inflicted. The declaration of their undying love emblazoned in scar tissue on his bark.

“Joe n Suzy 4 Eva”

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Soul Music

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The sound resonated through the house and through her soul. That one note especially, pitched perfectly, pierced her heart releasing a flood of emotion. Tears streamed silently from her closed eyes as she listened. Why did she play this piece? Would she never learn? She would never be free of the grief.

Remedial Repairs

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It had taken a long time. Longer than she would ever have imagined. But finally it was over. She was free of him. Now her life could begin again. It felt a little strange, if she was honest, and she didn’t quite know how to handle the strangeness. She decided to ignore it and just get on with things. She went out, to the park, to the theatre, to concerts, to art galleries and museums. She met up with old friends and drank tea and ate cake. So much cake! She wondered that there hadn’t been a world cake shortage declared. But in the end even the butter cream from a mountain of cake was not  enough to plaster over the cracks, and slowly, slowly the strangeness began to ooze back into her consciousness….

Divine Intervention

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Rain thrummed on the roof of the car and streamed across the windscreen. Sooner or later she would have to brave the elements – well, the one element – and face the group gathered inside. Of all the days for a downpour, why today? She would have enough to contend with, she didn’t need to arrive looking like a drowned rat too. She sent up a silent half-hearted prayer to the God she didn’t really believe in. She only needed a few minutes break in the weather. Just enough to arrive at the church dry. Perhaps He could send a guardian angel with an umbrella? Ridiculous, she knew. No such thing as guardian angels either. The drumming on the roof of the car eased, then ceased. Thank heavens! She leapt from the car and made a dash for the church. Behind her, unnoticed, a sodden white feather drifted slowly down the windscreen.

This was my first submission to Ad Hoc Fiction. A weekly challenge with max 150 word limit. The prompt word, which had to be included in the piece, was “feather”.

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