Through many countries and over many seas
I have come, Brother, to these melancholy rites,
to show this final honour to the dead,
and speak (to what purpose?) to your silent ashes,
since now fate takes you, even you, from me.
Oh, Brother, ripped away from me so cruelly,
now at least take these last offerings, blessed
by the tradition of our parents, gifts to the dead.
Accept, by custom, what a brother’s tears drown,
and, for eternity, Brother, ‘Hail and Farewell’.
- Gaius Valerius Catullus
We find ourselves at the last cycle of Flash Fiction Friday, which is the 128th cycle by the way. That means that if we had an average of about four stories per prompt, we’ve created over 500 pieces of new fiction. That is something to be proud of. And I am.
I’m not one for lengthy prompts or lengthy goodbyes, for that matter. So I offer one of my favorite poems above as inspiration to you. Give us a story with a goodbye. And let’s do crime fiction too, because that is really where we started and where many of you thrive. 1,300 words or less, please. Post the name of your story and a link to it in the comments of this post.
Thank you all for your participation. I’ve been privileged to be a part of this community and to share in your creative efforts. Keep writing and creating and Illegitimum non carborundum. And, for eternity, Brother, ‘Hail and Farewell’.