Bronwyn Green

The Corner of Quirky & Kinky

This month’s song fic was inspired by Ed Sheeran’s Dive. Here’s the video if you’d like to see or hear the song, and here are the lyrics.

Weirdly, the very first song fic we ever did was also an Ed Sheeran song, and even though I don’t often continue flash fiction pieces, that story kept popping back into my head when I was reading the lyrics to this one. You can read that short fic first if you want or just jump ahead to this one.

I sank down onto a chair at the kitchen table, willing my head to stop it’s merciless throbbing. My eyes were still gritty and burned every time I blinked. I still had a headache from those fucking dryer sheets Molly used on our bedding. Or maybe it was the fact that I’d silently cried myself to sleep last night wiping away my tears with sheets that smelled like a funeral home.

She bustled around the kitchen packing her lunch, making coffee, and talking non-stop about a grant proposal she was writing. Once upon a time, I’d hung on every word she said. She’d been my muse, and I’d been her… Her what? I honestly didn’t know anymore. Maybe I’d deluded myself to think that I’d ever been anything more than her safe place to land. And now, I was just something that was too comfortable to get rid of–like her ratty blue cardigan.


I looked up, surprised to see her standing in front of me. I hadn’t even realized she’d moved from the counter.

She set down a cup of coffee in front of me, made just the way I like it, and gently brushed my hair out of my face. “You okay, baby?”

I closed my eyes and tears seeped from beneath my lashes, scalding my cheeks. “Please don’t call me that.”

Her fingers stilled in my hair. “What?”

I opened my eyes and stared up at the woman I still loved. “Please don’t call me that unless you mean it.”


That’s it for me today. Be sure to check out the other bloggers’ stories.

Mark  *  Siobhan  *  Gwen

2 thoughts on “Flash Fiction #80 – Dive

  1. Siobhan Muir says:

    Oh what a hard place to be. If you write more of this, Bronwyn, I hope you get Amy to understand she’s worth more than a “ratty old cardigan”. Great flash.

  2. Gwen Cease says:

    Wow! I don’t know who to be more sad for. Great flash!

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