(Author’s note: After a month of preparing, moving, and finally getting ensconced in my location, I’ve now moved out of the big city and I’m now out in a small town. It already feels good, even if it’s unusual for how I’ve been living. Anyhow, here’s some new Fictioneers with a song that I first heard in a coffee shop in Seoul back in 2016.)
Bloom
by Miles H. Rost
Pierre thumped forward as the brakes took hold.
He did not see the stop sign until just about late. Had he ran the sign, he would have run into Renault that turned from the side street.
It had been the case all week where he would see the bloom and become transfixed. He nearly wiped out an Uber driver, two semis, and a Polizei cruiser with his inattentiveness.
He pulled over and got out, sitting on the hood of the car and gazing lost at the blooms. He sighed, alternating between the blooms and a picture of his deceased child.
Music and Fiction 
Aww this is just sad but well written.
last paragraph compels reader to re-read with different perspective. nicely done
It does not seem possible until it happens to you. Well done.
Nice story, Miles and good song to go along with it. Glad to hear you’re getting used to your new place. With how stressful and tiring moving is, hopefully you can relax a bit now.
Evocative writing. Both sad and beautiful.
Sad story but nicely done.