Erieri stood at the nexus and scowled. That clock had not been here a month ago before old Hendat’s retirement. Erieri was new, untested, exhausted, and Hendat was. . . unreachable.
Leaving
“Don’t do this.” I swiveled. Even with light washing her features, I knew it was Sarina in the doorway. “Asher,” her voice broke, “don’t do this.” I turned back to my station, finishing my preparations. Departure was only an hour away.
Excessive
This is Ollie’s third outing my flash fiction. Let me know if you’d like to see more of her in the comments below. The door creaked and dust puffed up from the floor. I twitched my nose looking into the room. Shelf, after shelf, after shelf. Each filled with more books than I’d wanted to…
Not a Dream
The stars were dancing above. Declan swayed slightly to the side as hands grasped his shoulders. He twisted looking behind him. She stood there, as tall as he with hair the color of a flame and her gown to match. A warm fire calling him to stay and warm himself. He would have almost thought the wings part of the gown if he hadn’t seen them connect to her flesh.
Faces
I’d thought escaping the mirror would be the hard part. I’d been hopeful as I loped out of the cave. That feeling deserted me though as I’d been tied up with way too much firewood around me. This was her fault.
The Lost
Jud stood in front of the notice board thumbs tucked into his belt loops. People milled about him, all fifty or older he knew. Milled searching the endless wall of photos.
Seen
Another Wednesday, another flash fiction. Enjoy the story! The bonfires blazed before him mocking night’s grasp on the city. Wellind stood on the cobbles as another crowd surged past him with another load, jostled but standing still. Danwan was falling and with it went the art and history. Paper fluttered on the ground as leaves…
After
I stared blankly as air hissed through the ducts with a faint taint of smoke. Was that from the shaft or me? I ran my hands over my legs pressing hard as I tried to calm my shudders.
Mum’s Twin
The tension was thicker than the worn-out cushions as we sat in the living room. At least it wasn’t punctuated by crying. Awkward tea sipping and attempted furtively looks (which failed miserably) at Tammy, absolutely.
Waiting
Alessia paused just inside the tavern. Heads swiveled her followed by a narrowing of eyes and hands reaching for guns. Heh. That was one part of coming here she’d forgotten, everything being infamous meant.
