We withdrew from the hills, leaving the building behind, returning to Old Phoenix. “Who was that? Where did he take my mother?”
She smiled. “I’ll let him tell you.”
We stopped at a building filled with bookshelves. “He knows we’re here.”
I heard a voice behind us, “Welcome, Leighla.”
She hugged him, “Taran! How’s Mother?”
This is part 22 of the serial story I’m working on for Lisa McCourt Hollar‘s #55WordChallenge flash fiction challenge. Please, go read all the other entries in the challenge this week. It’s flat amazing what gifted writers can say in just 55 words.
If you wish to read all the parts of the story, they are in order, from most recent to first, here.