The Lark
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The Lark

The Willow Man

Flash fiction

Photo by Geran de Klerk on Unsplash

The briars prick her skin. Thickly packed pines shield the sun. Blood drips down her arm like raindrops dripping from a leaf. It leaves a trail. Blood and brush stain her clothes.

She’s lost among the pines ’til a willow tree disturbs the pattern planted by the one she’s searching for. It’s a sign that he was here, the Willow Man.




The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry

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Giulietta Passarelli

Giulietta Passarelli

Author/Poet/Writer of middle grade novels, short stories, & poems, for adults & the ageless:; updates website every 1st of the month.

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