She dropped the shotgun on the bed

Conversations

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write, as part of a group, a flash fiction based on the same short prompt and post the story. Here’s my contribution. Kelsey didn’t feel the chill proceeding him. He was just there, silent, robes disturbed by an unknowable breeze. She dropped the shotgun on the bed, crossing…
The day my mother was kidnapped

Those Left

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write, as part of a group, a flash fiction based on the same short prompt and post the story. Here’s my contribution. Wrenching my arm free, I turned from their imploring faces. “Back, Kinale.” I flung the epitaph at the gathered men. “She’s taken, only hours ago. She’s…
He was impervious to her abuse

Gnats

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write, as part of a group, a flash fiction based on the same short prompt and post the story. Here’s my contribution. Why must gnats wake him? He snorted as the pressure beat against his side. Useless of course. He pulled himself from the floor (cold now anyways)…
If we stick to the story, they can't prove anything

Wishes

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. “What kind of idiotic proposal is that?” The other genii nodded in the various mirrors. “A workable kind. If we remain united.” Ozzara quipped. Kibbaa said “There are some magics…
It was as if she didn't understand the concept of "shut up"

Dissonant

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. Pushing Deena to the wall I shielded her from sight with my bulk. covering her mouth with my hand. Still, she continued murmuring even muffled, belying this as a lover’s…
Find some proof that she's betrayed you

Betrayal

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. Footsteps. Ian sprang from the ground moving further away from the door into the shadows. An eternity, probably minutes, later the lock clicked open. Avril materialized in the doorway, as…
It was a snowy morning when Mother revealed her true identity

Snowfall

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. Quiet. I’d always found winter quiet, but never like this. Reaching out I touched the flake suspended closest to me. It melted. Oh Mother. Her age, the cares of the…