a madness that we desire

Flash Fiction - from a prompt by https://substack.com/@chuckpalahniuk

They caught me as I walked out of the arbors of luscious white rose bushes in the sun. I see the black and white photograph now my body is dressed in the ivory-hued dress on such occasions and on my face is that startled grin with just a suntan. I know what the grin stands for. It’s the “hi, who me?” placements of my eyebrows. “Hi! I don’t have a face” kinda face with arms flat and limp.

It is a good thing he went out the other path.