“Leighla. Take Flint home.”
My sister grabbed my hand, and pulled me from the library. We walked a short distance from Old Phoenix to a boardwalk over a lake. There were houses among the trees of the hills by the lake. “I know this place.”
“You should.” Leighla pointed to one house. “Especially that one.”
This is part 24 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.