Flash Fiction: Precious

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Though not a fiction, the week goes by in a flash and already it’s time for Matt’s 100-word Flash Fiction Foray. This week, the song prompt was Every Breath You Take.

His mother said to celebrate, find the joy. That every breath, every step, was precious. And she held his hand and said ‘Kiss me’, and then she went to heaven. So he went where they always told him he shouldn’t, and sped and slid and skidded, the icy thrill of it searing his lungs, till his father appeared, waving his arms and shouting. And then came a crack, a shuddering echo, and jagged lines spread all around. And a sudden crash took his breath away and he fought and fought to get it back, but now every breath was –