He stood breathless in his tux staring at her figure moving toward him—her white gown almost glowing.

She was a vision.

He knew that as he scanned the slick road. Chunks of metal and shattered taillights littering the pavement. He knew but he tried talking to her anyway, asking if she could hear him. She nodded and started crying.

“I’m sorry,” he choked, “I’m sorry, love. It’s my fault.”

She spoke but no sound reached him. “You,” she mouthed. “You are the vision.” She pointed to a body on the ground. It was a man in a tux.



December 24 Prompt: Visions (Write a story that includes a vision)
Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch


17 thoughts on “Visions

  1. Goosebumps! You artfully trick the reader into buying the bridal vision and then deliver us to the scene of the wreck. Wow! Great flash!


  2. Oh gosh horrid; twist the story and stab the reader. You have such a eye for surprising the reader though I do worry that you seem to enjoy a deeper shade of black in doing so. Have some light and fluffy times, Ms B, in 2015!


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