The Observation of Brevity

© Markus Russin

Beyond the snow storm grew a flicker; a formless burst of severed emotions. You closed the window, but it shone through. The cold breath of the forest beckoned; and no longer were we able to escape.

You put a candle in the centre of the chamber and we watched it exhale yellow circles on the wooden floor. I witnessed your dying wish to chase away this harbinger of winter. But instead; shivering and humming; we saw the lifeless light collapse.

November 2016, a short series of flash fiction.

Part 1: The Observation of Brevity
Part 2: Inclination
Part 3: Hence the Name
Part 4: What I Felt on the Hill
Part 5: In Silence