Flash Fiction – Page 38 – Mist Glen Moon

Subject to Interpretation

I looked at the man across the alter from me and frowned. He fit every iota of the prophecy Gram Heida had bestowed upon me to save the kingdom. Turning away Stefrov, I looked over the crowd to gran standing at my shoulder and tugging on my gown like a child ignored two seconds. “What do you mean he isn’t the one.”

Built for This

Happy Labor Day! I hope everyone has had a great day and gotten whatever play, work, or new vistas they desire. Today I have a bit of holiday story for your enjoyment. The forge crackled a counterbalance to Lem’s clanging. Broad shouldered and thick legged, the work was a good fit for him, and a…

Trapped

Colin cussed, not bothering to keep it under his breath as the elevator ground to a halt. Thirteen flights of stairs didn’t sound so bad now. He glanced at number glowing above him.

I feel I was particularly sensible on the night that I died

Statute

A beep interrupted my oblivion.

A second followed it. A third. I lost count as they established a rhythm. My eyes ached to blink but muscles wouldn’t move. My throat burned.

I only ever met one person I'd call truly brave

Notice

Perdyn winced as the guard’s voice carried. Far enough, in fact, two more guards poked out at the ruckus. They meandered more with curiosity than alarm. Perdyn couldn’t she afford for them to get too inquisitive. She turned her horse returning the guards’ attention to her. Shrugging, her cloak slipped over one shoulder.

My name is Betty, at least, that's what I told her

Keys

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.

Pioneers

Elrin shifted his footing again as the sands shifted. Even the bulk of their ship offered no protection from the wind and only marginal from the heat. He squinted into the distance, but golden dunes were all he could see. No plants. No life. No shelter. And certainly no rescue ships would find them here. He raised his arm and whipped the sweat from his eyes.

Welcome

This week the flash fiction delves into a flash of starting a new job. What is your worst experience with starting at a new workplace? Frank stopped abruptly at a cubicle. Spinning to face me, he smiled disconcertingly. “You’ll be working here.” I squeezed past him and pulled open a drawer. “Any questions? No. Great.”…

For Peace

Irving leaned over the contraption, tracing the mess of pipes and gears. Finally, it was ready. Grabbed his torch, he ignited it into a hissing flame. As he lowered the torch to reservoir the door banged open loudly. Jerking, Irving singed away the connecting wire and the gears collapsed.

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