Wednesday has come around again and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction. The wood creaked beneath Evet’s feet as she inched toward the group illuminated beneath the docks end’s swinging lantern. The waves rolled beneath, urging her forward then back. Back to safety, if it existed. Hearth thumping, she reached them too quickly.…
Volunteered
“Count me out.” The whinny nasal words were unexpected. As were the words themselves. Carter blinked turned away from the monitor. Even with a roomful of people wearing matching uniforms who’d spoken he could easily determine.
Altered in the Depths
Falling. Lyse and Ellys tumbled banging against each other and well’s stone wall. The fire’s heat chased them, pricking her skin furious at its conduit’s theft. And unable to prevent it.
Hearts Altered
Lyse glanced right. Through the flames she saw homes burst into brilliant flames tearing them to the ground. “Glorious isn’t my word for it.”
Altered by Fire
Lyse stood on the edge of the cliff with Andes beside her. Her face twitched trying to restrain her horror. Before them the valley burned in boiling fire which burbled in oranges, yellows, and blues. Lyse saw it and couldn’t believe it.
Reality Altered
Lyse stood on the edge of the cliff with Andes beside her. Her face twitched trying to restrain her horror. Before them the valley burned in boiling fire which burbled in oranges, yellows, and blues. Lyse saw it and couldn’t believe it.
In Her Pocket
The chime rang and Avital looked toward the front of the house unseen from the scant hallway visible. She closed her fingers around the slim stone she’d held to the light.
Food Poisoned Chief
There had been many theories about how she had been murdered. Arwith’s least favorite was food poisoning.
Butler’s Example
“I’m certain I don’t recall!” Josephine Maria Ziegler’s eyes widen as she stared at Ollie. No doubt in feigned shock. “I can’t believe you would accuse me of being careless with the health of those in my employ!”
Light in White
Nothing but white. Lillie turned searching for anything in the humdrum continuance, vaguely disturbed by the thought that she might be dead.