Taken

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.

Taken

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.