Her quill hovered about the parchment as she blinked and looked up at me. “You’re Betty?” she repeated.
“Yes,” I said. “Would you tell Rankin I am here?”
Halt
Perdyn frowned. Torches burned illuminating the makeshift gate barring the path. This would complicate things. “You didn’t mention the checkpoints.” Caldar had turned to glower at her as they slowed their horses.
Breath for Breath
She was there. Buried beneath wires, but it was her. I ignored those gathered and floated to her bed. “Liana.” I placed my hand on her foot.
Her eyes fluttered opened, blinking a few times before she focused on me. “You came.” She smiled wearily.
The Price
Happy Independence Day! However, you celebrate today I hope you make it a great one. This 4th of July I am celebrating with an extra, longer flash fiction for the week. Sometimes freedom has to be worked for and there’s always a cost. Kira stumbled. Her knees sunk into the snow as the cold bite…
Squeeze Through
I jerked as Tess screeched. “We have to fit where?” I glanced about certain guards would spring through a door or window.
Naft looked ready to holler back, but kept his tongue by not saying anything. Instead he pointed at the trunk.
Story’s Ending
The wind was as unsettled as my nerves as I tucked Sevaum into this bed. Green eyes fluttered open, unfocused. “Shhh,” I soothed.
Guardians
Erieri stood at the nexus and scowled. That clock had not been here a month ago before old Hendat’s retirement. Erieri was new, untested, exhausted, and Hendat was. . . unreachable.
Not a Dream
The stars were dancing above. Declan swayed slightly to the side as hands grasped his shoulders. He twisted looking behind him. She stood there, as tall as he with hair the color of a flame and her gown to match. A warm fire calling him to stay and warm himself. He would have almost thought the wings part of the gown if he hadn’t seen them connect to her flesh.
Faces
I’d thought escaping the mirror would be the hard part. I’d been hopeful as I loped out of the cave. That feeling deserted me though as I’d been tied up with way too much firewood around me. This was her fault.
Seen
Another Wednesday, another flash fiction. Enjoy the story! The bonfires blazed before him mocking night’s grasp on the city. Wellind stood on the cobbles as another crowd surged past him with another load, jostled but standing still. Danwan was falling and with it went the art and history. Paper fluttered on the ground as leaves…
