Taran handed me a picture. “The Wraith have developed a genetically modified people they call Zombies. They’re what attacked your people.”
“Long story. They eat people.”
“Can they be stopped?”
“They have been. For now.”
“We sent them a warning.” He handed me a picture of a tombstone.
“Jessica!” Our greatest enemy!
This is Part 28 of the serial story I’m working on for Lisa McCourt Hollar‘s #55WordChallenge flash fiction challenge. I like the challenge of writing a serial in 55 word chunks, based off of random pictures. Please, go read all the other entries in the challenge this week. It’s amazing what gifted writers can say in just 55 words.
The entire story, from Part 28 to Part 1, is located here.
Getting her away from the mansion was easy. There were no guards. It was an island, no guards were needed. She’d just gone for a walk. Everyone knew she’d be back. There was no way off the island.
No one knew I lived in the caves on the island’s north side. The only way into the caves was through an underwater opening. I’d found the caves years ago, when I escaped the world.
Until the day they brought my daughter to it.
We met on the rocks by the edge of the trees. I handed her a shirt, and pants. “You’ll need these.”
I led her to the cliff on the southwest side of the island. “Follow me.” We dove into the ocean, and I led her through the underwater entrance. The inside was a cavern, with a small cave along the north wall, and a waterfall along the west wall. I led her to the small cave. My home.
“You’ll be safe here. In a few days, they’ll stop looking. Then it’s two days to the nearest island.”
That’s when she saw the picture of her, as a child, sitting in her father’s lap. She looked at me. “Daddy?”
I wrote this for Rebekah Postupak‘s #FlashFriday, Week 33. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #Flash Friday. They are good reading.
The man asked the woman, “Did you show him the picture?”
He chuckled. “You should see this.” He lead me back into the cabin, to a clothesline along the back wall. There was a picture of a young boy hanging on it. “This is Alice’s son.”
I knew the picture well. It was me.
This is part 14 of the serial story I’m working on for Lisa McCourt Hollar‘s #55WordChallenge flash fiction challenge. And yes, it is part of the same world that Taran and Alice are in. Now, 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.
Adam handed me a manila envelope, “Sheila’s running an experiment. I’m supposed to tell her how people react to her picture.” I opened the envelope and pulled out the picture. It was Sheila, wearing nothing but aviator’s goggles and a scarf. It was one hell of a picture, and I know my jaw bounced off the floor, and I stared at it, my eyes big as saucers, as I proclaimed, “Holy Momma, Sweet Jesus, God Almighty!” Adam laughed as he spoke into a tiny recorder, “Another set of eyes turned the same size as your goggles.”
Here’s my weekly attempt at Lillie McFerrin‘s flash fiction challenge, Five Sentence Fiction. This week, the prompt is Festival.
Please, go read all the other entries to this week’s Five Sentence Fiction. It’s amazing what creative people can do with just five sentences.