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…
She's been missing since Friday and he's not worried

Whisperings

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. “She’s been missing since Friday and he’s not worried.” Her voice carried to the loft where Jax lay and the hushed conversation didn’t end there. Or get less insulting. Apparently…
Who would have poisoned the old man's dog

The Old Man

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. “Who would have poisoned the old man’s dog?” The whisper circled ‘round the crowd as he cradled his whimpering companion. Harmless was the pair of them, the village knew it.…
Morals were for the weak

Three Mistakes

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. “Morals are for the weak.” Her master’s ere was directed elsewhere; Zeppora breathed wrapped in her shadows. Today she promised herself. His victim looked about though. First mistake. The master’s…
The footprints in the snow suddenly ended

Snow Spirits

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. Clouds swirled overhead and drums beat in the dim light. Erasa’s hurried steps crunched compacting the snow further. She was late and her eyes were frozen on the trail cut…