Rose Strailos Flash Stories - 3. Prompt: 12, 15, 26

He was there when I came home. Looking at my tear streaked face, he frowned softly. Not saying a single word, he opened his arms to me, letting me fall into their warmth and sob out the pain of the betrayal.
He is the one man in my life that I knew wouldn’t betray me. He was my father and he was my support as my world crumbled under me.

Prompt: Beauty
Number: 15

It was amazing how something so simple held so much beauty in something so simple. The gentle curves that swayed in the breeze from the window and the soft scent that floated towards my nose as I watched the breeze play with the bud. The simple color was bright against the black back drop and made me smile as I lifted my paint brush and started to paint that beauty onto my canvas.

Prompt: Peace
Number: 26

Shh, do you hear it? The silence that surrounds us? Do you? Or do you hear the little creek, babbling softly with the rocks it flows over? Do you hear the little bird that is settling down to nest for the night, the twigs that make it up rubbing together? Do you hear the little cricket that plays softly, the sound floating on the warm night air? Do you hear the peace that this land has to offer us?