I know it is Easter and I should be posting a prompt with Bunnies, Easter eggs and Chocolate, but I could not resist posting this.
Any way, here is my flash fiction
I could not believe how cold it was, I should not have left you here. But knew out in the forest no one would find you. What led me back? An endless whispering. A need to see you on more time. The disquiet of leaves.
“You shouldn’t have hurt me?” you said. “You shouldn’t have left me alone.” And slipped your cold hand into mine.