A Story by The Violent Wolf

micro flash fiction


She took our baby a thousand miles away from me.

Nine months of waiting, but I only enjoyed weeks.

Nights spent gently cuddling my child were treasured.

She apologized, “I can’t stay here anymore.”

I begged, “Don’t take him away.”

I’m out of his life.

And he of mine.

Now he’s disappeared.

My son.


© 2014 The Violent Wolf

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Beautiful, simple and heart-wrenching. Well done. :)

Posted 4 Years Ago

A really interesting piece. Perhaps "He is out of mine?"

Posted 6 Years Ago

The Violent Wolf

6 Years Ago

to replace which line? this style has a strict format
Lyn Anderson

6 Years Ago

I understand. "And he of mine" is a little awkward, but since you have a specific format it must be .. read more
The Violent Wolf

6 Years Ago

Ahhh yes, yeah I like that

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Added on May 30, 2014
Last Updated on May 30, 2014
Tags: she, begged, son, gone, months


The Violent Wolf
The Violent Wolf

Pascoag, RI

I can't write well upon demand. I have to wait until a picture, theme or whatever hits me. I use real world experiences in my writing. Music is an inspiration. Some of my poems or whatever are random,.. more..