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Flash Fiction: The Girl who Hated the Sun

on February 5, 2022
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The Girl who Hated the Sun

by Dawn Pisturino

she hated the sun

how it filled up heaven

with energy and light

too hot and bright . . .

The poem popped into Katie’s head as she stood on the front porch, eyes closed, arms wide open, daring the Sun to kill her. Kill me, she urged, like you spoiled our farm, drove away my father, and wasted my mother. Go ahead. Do it!

The Sun swallowed her whole, dissolving her in his fiery belly.

Now that she was part of the Sun, Katie could ride through the heavens and visualize everything that happened down below.

She saw the grim black hearse pull up to the farm, and wept, as two men in plain black suits carried her mother away on a gurney. She sailed freely over the dusty brown fields that no longer yielded crops. She mourned the beds of sunflowers whose heads sagged, like dying children, out by the barn. And she said good-bye to the rusty old truck that sat, without tires, in a patch of yellow weeds.

Soon, the Pacific Ocean sparkled down below. Dolphins leaped among the waves. Throngs of people crowded the streets of Beijing, scurrying around like busy mice. Katie soared above the icy peaks of the Himalayas and swooped down to burn the white sands of Arabia. She waved at the Statue of Liberty, rejoicing that she finally got to see it.

And then she was home again, viewing the crumbling barn in pinkish light that gradually turned to yellow. She counted the shingles missing from the roof of the old house and peeked through the windows of her shabby bedroom.

And the journey repeated itself as the earth slowly turned, like a giant spit — repeated itself, day after day, until Katie cried with weariness and pain.

Now, she hovered over the old farm, shining brightly against a piece of broken glass lying in the withered grass, until one small yellow flame burst forth, catching the grass on fire. A passing breeze nudged the fire toward the house. The splintered wood burned brightly, throwing sparks into the sky. The old barn caught the sparks and exploded, fueled by old cans of paint. Showers of burning wood and straw ignited the patch of weeds. The ripped out upholstery in the old truck burst into flame. The oil pan smoldered, sending black smoke into the sky. And finally, with one burst of energy, the fuel tank exploded.

With grim satisfaction Katie cried, “I’ve killed it! I’ve killed my past life!” She snuggled up to the Sun, melting deeper into his fiery depths . . . while down below, a tiny piece of the world disappeared forever.

Dawn Pisturino

November 14, 2012

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16 responses to “Flash Fiction: The Girl who Hated the Sun

  1. wjwingrove97 says:

    Oh my, this is breathtaking! ❤️❤️

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Timothy Price says:

    It’s a dark story. Fiery. I guess that’s how it is for girls who hated the sun.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. utahan15 says:

    glare to ayes
    shy why
    not so sure
    blood shot

    Liked by 1 person

  4. WOW, what a deep, penetrating story Dawn. Loved your poem too my dear. Talk about letting go (out with the old) and learning to live again (in with the new)! 🥰🌟😍

    Liked by 1 person

  5. We might not always be able to take responsibility afterwards for what we had wished for.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. KT Workman says:

    Good story…and I liked the poem prefacing it too. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Killian13 says:

    Magnificent, Dawn. And finished with a beautiful explosion! Perfect! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  8. balladeer says:

    Pretty powerful!

    Liked by 1 person

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