I remember that smile, how it was always framed so perfectly on your cheeks.
How fitting it would be then, here among the fresh snow of a Christmas morn’, that the rose in your cheeks was preserved among the cold as your final wish to a world that had abandoned you.
The passersby had neglected you, never stopping lend that comfort or joy so bred in the season, nor had the silver bells from the church carried you to somewhere warm or safe.
So what was it then that made you smile until the last, that kept your heart in peace?
I may never understand it, but I still want to look for it.
This week’s challenge for Five Sentence Fiction; “blush”. And for some reason, the first thing I thought of was the story of the Little Match Girl. Hmmm…
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!