Inspired Flash Fiction

This short little flash first appeared over at Lily's Feardom, an entry in the Friday Flash challenge that takes place every week, and was inspired by misplaced prejudice which happens to people all over the world, but more importantly, it's about the fear rather than hatred, that prompts it.

A Bad Colour is a symbolic title, not just a literal one.  More importantly, metaphor and colour plays throughout the entire piece.


A Bad Colour

Amber slices projected through the trees, the haze of the fire began to swell. The hint of burnt sienna wafted close, scorched a path beneath their noses.

Rope fibres moaned as they became taut, to temper the weight.

Shadows appeared through the smoke, circled him. Milk coloured robes flapped in the breeze, bathed by the fire glow, their faces hidden by hoods.

Red over black; the colour of life slinked down his skin, snaked down the channels they had gouged through his flesh. Open viscera gleamed.

He swung from the tree as the cross burned; the price for being different.