She fell down through the sunshine sea. Down through the
bubbling water. The waves,waves,waves, down, down, down. Until
she fell through the snow lit sky of Paris. Till she landed
feet first on the frosted rooftops. Till she stood in her
bathing costume. In another world below. She looked up and saw
the sun through the ocean. So far away. Just a little pinprick
in the wintry sky. She was far away now. And to go home was
much further than just up.
This picture just grabbed me and there you have it. I feel I could run with this thought, but not sure. Who knows. Sometimes the little things are much better.
Kate
Kate's Bookshelf 
I LOVE that picture and you did a good job with it. An excellent piece of Flash Fiction.
I just posted a piece of flash fiction on my blog today too.
Thank you so much! I had so much fun keeping it brief. The picture actually reminded me of a Chris Van Alsberg drawing he did for one of Mark Helprin’s books. I popped over to your blog and marvelous flash fiction as well.