Flash Fiction: Shapeshifter #shortstorysunday

 

Now that you’re really gone, I can finally breathe my own breaths, be my own person. For you I would have become anything. I was a shapeshifter becoming whatever you’d wanted. One day I was a tree – rooted and stable. Another day, I was a flighty black crow, sometimes a timid doe, or even a wild but loyal wolf. It never seemed enough.

Now that you are gone, I can finally be me, not the me trying to please, but the me that I want to be, the true me, the me that I was when you weren’t around.

 

 

This flash fiction piece was written for the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge.

March 25, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) include a juxtaposition between the ordinary and natural worlds. It can be civilization and nature; an edifice and a nest or cave; a human act and a natural occurrence; acculturation and adaptation. Compare or contrast as the prompt leads you to write.