Ruin’s Silence

His car was crawling quietly along the street

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution.

Glass crunching under my heal I peered out. The hunter’s car was crawling quietly along the street. The engine’s rumbled low. A hand touched me and I drew back, kneeling.

Barely able to reach, Myeong’s fingers brushed my forehead. He’s pursues still. I nodded. Lying to a telepath was pointless. Go. He’ll leave you alone.

“No,” I said ignoring his flinch. “He’s wrong. They’re all wrong. You didn’t cause this. None of you did.”

They believe otherwise. I nodded. Ruin’s silence allowed his kind to move about. Our distrust was the culprit though. I wouldn’t let them get Myeong too.

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  1. My website is down, so I couldn’t post my flash fiction there. Here’s mine:
    The ghost of Phineas Illingworth languished behind the steering wheel of his rusted model-t as it crept quietly down the road. Back in nineteen seventeen, he’d driven the prettiest girl in Oak Creek to the ball in it. She left with his rival. Frustrated, he took a sledge-hammer to the Ford. A hundred years later, he still thought about her, about how things might have been. Her great-great-granddaughter, with pigtails flying, and tennis shoes thumping, darted across the road. Phineas didn’t brake.

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