Flash Fiction – Page 47 – Mist Glen Moon

Knocking

Holding the curtain, I glanced below. A man stood at the door, half obscured from my vantage point.

Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress

Hacking Gown

I heard footsteps and fabric rustling at the door. “No,” I staying focused on my code.

Dreams

I watched as he sat trembling on bed. 5am already and still he fought sleep. He dreamt every night screaming. He begged every day.

I shielded my eyes against the constant assault of dust and dirt. Still the winds built as Neilina pull successive items from her bag. The calm point in the chaos. I hunched as close to her as I dared, enjoying the periphery of her protection.

Aberration

The vehicle speed through the portal dumping on out a road in the middle of nowhere and night. Winds buffeted me as if a hurricane or tornado raged though the sky was clear. Clear except for the aberration.

Eyes

As the door banged open reverberating, I leaned back adjusting my grip on the chain. “You have his eyes.” The woman said the words coyly from the doorway.

Snow

I held the gift at eye level. The orb swung gently from the constant rumble of the ship’s drive. A single snowflake glimmered at the center, its crystalline edges and lacework perfect. The structure refracting the circuitry sparking along and obscuring the back of the orb. The orb was cold to the touch. Snow, actual snow. I hadn’t thought to see it.

Mine

Keti dashed around the corner and skidded to a halt before a blank wall. “Cade!” Her scream was pointless. The door was gone without a remaining glimmer.