Flash Fiction – Hilary’s Loss

February 6, 2024, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about something lost now found. Is it an object or person who is lost? How are they lost? What happens when what was lost is found? Go where the prompt leads!


Hilary’s Loss – by Hugh W. Roberts

Hilary had lost the love of her life, but life went on.

She looked at her reflection closely in the mirror.

‘Gorgeous.’ she assured herself.

“You are,’ said the reflection of her husband, Bert, from behind her.

Hilary quickly turned her head, but, of course, he wasn’t there. He was dead.

While clipping on the pearl earrings Bert had gifted her on their pearl wedding anniversary, Hilary was somewhat startled by the sound of the doorbell.

Opening the door, Hilary had found love again. She didn’t care that love came with a price. Some things were worth paying for.


Written for the 99-word flash fiction challenge hosted by Charli Mills at the Carrot Ranch.

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16 thoughts on “Flash Fiction – Hilary’s Loss

  1. I really liked that you left the ending open on this one because I think when thinking about love we’re all going to have our own interpretations. And as for price, is there any price too high for love? I don’t think so.

    1. I’ll leave that to you decide, Liesbet. But given there was a price to pay and she didn’t mind paying for what she wanted back, I know where my mind went went this.

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