Time for another Friday Fictioneers entry! The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Follow the link to her blog for more information. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.
PHOTO PROMPT © Yarnspinnerr
The Dragonfly
I sat before the fan, mesmerized. Entombed between the bars; back broken; wings flickering lifelessly in the breeze, was the body of a dragonfly. Its emerald coat, now faded and grey.
An earth-shattering crash shook me from my trance. I ran to the balcony. On the street, a crowd gathered around an unidentifiable shape. The air was dust, screams, and tears.
Later, Mother comforted me. She said it had been a terrible accident and that the lady was in heaven now, with the angels. I couldn’t tell her the real reason I was upset.
Nobody had cried for the dragonfly.
Thomas Charles Henry 
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