Flash Fiction – Page 46 – Mist Glen Moon

Nadia

Everything about her was a lie. Oh, how I hated it.

She strode through the club oblivious to me, lights beating to the music. Though how the Zemt called this music I’ll never understand. Aliens.

The merits or lack thereof weren’t today’s concern.

My Son

I stood with an arm around my wife's shoulders as we waited at the city gates. The guard inspecting us stared between me and my wife. “He's not your son.”

Not again. “He is my son.” I stared at the guard not turning toward Tom behind. Perhaps if I willed hard enough this one would get a clue and not make a fuss. Tragically, he wasn't the brightest.

They've got him and now they're coming for me

“Kev?” Static buzzed from the speaker in response. “Kev?” I tried again swallowing the lump in my throat. Static again. They had him. I glanced around the room desperate. Nothing was here that could help though. Only if Kev had reached his position. But he hadn't.

Rumbling

As a rumble built I resisted the urge to look. Staring at the train belching steam and rumbling toward you wouldn’t get you out of the way. Nor would my lollygagging or gawking. Rose’s screams to hurry from the plane’s cockpit weren’t particularly helpful either.

Fireworks

The sun disappeared below the ground and the sky erupted with light. I and down the street I saw people turn to look up, pointing and smiling. If the Engineer Corps had any say, and we did, tonight’s display would be amazing. I refused to look up though. I should have been with them. Not stuck down here.

Release

“Then it is done.” I leaned forward grasping a rope for balance as the words fell across the room. Heavy and light smothering noise. No more would the Virand impose their will. Our land would be ours again. Giles Bardolf would lead us.

Doorways

Smoke curled from the equipment I bent over. Sitting back, I threw my tool watching its flight and Clair roll her eyes as it smacked the wall next to her. When’d she come in?

There shouldn't have been a letter in the mailbox

Letters

Bendalia stopped in front of the uneven row of brightly painted boxes. Box 11 was only mostly closed. Not even enough to hide the presence of a letter shoved where none belonged. Scowling she glanced down the cross streets. If Diel and Kedilalia thought they’d joke at her expense . . . She harrumphed annoyed.

She snatched the letter from the box and ripped it open impatiently.

She sat in the chair, staring into space

Stars Calling

A door slid open behind Toria. Vaguely she knew she should turn to great them, but she stayed in her chair eyes locked on the stars. Footsteps echoed hollowly on the porch. “How did she get out?” The voice sounded distorted, almost metallic. The muttered response was unintelligible.

Minds

He laughed in Jess’ face. Especially disconcerting since he laughed in her face. Stop that, she thought. The words bounced around trying gain purchase against his mirth which died as abruptly as it had begun. I don’t joke like that. They’ll think I’m insane. Was she?

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