Flash Fiction – Forbidden

Photo courtesy of J Hardy Carroll


There’s a crack in the curtains just wide enough to watch you standing in the shadow of time at the bus stop; rucksack on shoulder, school tie skewwhiff.  You’re cradling your heart in both hands, waiting for it to start beating.

Usually he doesn’t notice you.

But today there’s the gaze that lingers too long, the smile that’s too bright.


Take your heart and run away before it gets broken.

Instead you take his hand.

Why him?

Now I’ll have to tell you the story of his dad and I.

The real story of you.

Be the one who destroys you.

Why me?


‘Forbidden ‘was written for Friday Fictioneers. A weekly flash fiction challenge inspired by a photo prompt. Please do check out the other entries over on host Rochelle’s blog and join in!

85 thoughts on “Flash Fiction – Forbidden

  1. If you really mean that about ‘constructive criticism appreciated’ I’m going to be honest and say that I had to read this several times to disentangle and understand who all the ‘yous’ were. I like what I finally found, although I don’t know if my interpretation is correct. 🙂

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

  2. She’s been dreading this moment. Knowing her own feelings, she had guessed that her daughter would be susceptible to the same charm. The temptation to say nothing must be strong.

  3. And yet, at the same time… is that not what living is all about? Sometimes we must risk our heart…
    Course if the story to be told is a doozie, that changes everything… or not. Because sometimes we must figure it out on our own.

  4. This was very sensitively told and has such gripping, painful emotion. Secrets have such power and I can just imagine the dread the mother has always carried and the horror that she has to confess. I tend to think the outcome isn’t going to be as bad as she fears, although the daughter falling for her half brother and the fallout from that won’t be good short term. You haven’t said whether there’s someone who she believes to be her father. Or, perhaps I missed it. Well done.
    Best wishes,

  5. So well done – the backstory hinted at and leaving the reader to imagine the fur that might fly before this mother and daughter are reunited.

Thanks so much for reading!

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