I'm sorry if it upsets you, but I'm marrying her

Discordant

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. I’m sorry if it upsets you, but I’m marrying her– The parchment fell from my numb fingers. The fool. How could he do this? Did family mean nothing to disappear…
The letter made it easier to ascribe blame to him

Innuendo

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. Burke would have to speak with her tutors. The girl’s innuendo was hopelessly off mark. Tragically, her father would soon have his fortunes change. No more tutors. The letter made…
The heirs sat, waiting for the announcement

Newest

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. The heirs sat, waiting for the announcement. Garnette glanced at Garnock. He shook his head imperceptibly. leaving enough time for her to look forward before their father entered, their newest…
He was unconscious when I found him

Cocoa

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. My jingle bells jangled with my irritation, neither improving my mood or waking the snoring man. I’d ribbon whoever’d come up with the shoes’ design. Unless I ended up hunting…
Sweetheart, what did you bury in the garden?

Sprouted

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. My husband paused washing the dishes, his gaze drawn out the window. “Sweetheart, what did you bury in the garden?” “Trying to trick me into helping? I won the bet…
The fire engine arrived too late

Destroyed

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. Horses’ hooves striking cobbles broke through my haze. I turned searching for the source. They were here; the fire engine arrived too late. “Lady,” the captain said scrambling down. His…
The victim had tried to write something as he was dying

The Will

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. I stepped through the mahogany doors. Posh. The inspector straightened beside a desk revealing the man slumped over it. Posh and gory. “The victim had tried to write something as…