Smells Like Dirt

Here’s another flash fiction piece I wrote back in 2014. I’m not really sure where my head was at with this one. Lol. 

Protracted gestation, death in an instant. Seven billion people on the planet, so a few go missing; nobody cares. What’s a few dead bodies to billions of people? What’s one flower ripped from the lush soil when there’s an entire flowerbed? Insignificance and frailty defines us. Destruction is everywhere. Destruction is easy. It is nature’s calling card.

Another human snuffed out is a dandelion blowing in the wind.