This is an old flash fiction piece that I wrote and entered into a competition, which I completely forgot about until having a clear out of my word documents last night.
Her bare feet brush the patchwork
of grass and soil beneath her: a slender figure swaying in the breeze, a dark
shadow against the fiery orange of the setting sky. Later they will hear the
angst riddled guitars that screech through her headphones and blame these
unknown beings for taking her too soon.Much too late, they will uncover the scars that her body bares while He
sheds crocodile tears beside her grave.