Here’s a small flash fiction piece at exactly 100 words. This is inspired by a scene in my current work in progress, Duskchild.
Alloran awoke in a sudden rush of awareness, pain blossoming from what seemed to be every part of his body at once. The pain reminded him of his younger days, back when he’d been little more than a slave to his uncle. The beatings then had hurt as bad as anything he’d known.
This was worse though. Much worse.
Localized in his arms, but radiating out to every part of his body, the pain cascaded through him with the force of a mighty gale. He opened his eyes, noticing the three gemstones embedded in each arm.
Death would’ve been better.
Here’s the Flash Fiction Prompt for this week (Remember, this means a complete story inside of 100 words)
Prompt: I’m sorry if it upsets you, but I’m marrying her.
I stared down at the marker, eyes tracing over the letters etched deep into the stone. Meredith Jones. My dear mother.
“I know you never approved of her.” My voice barely traveled the distance between my lips and the headstone only a few feet away. A light breeze would have kidnapped it before arrival and borne it away without hope of ransom. “It’s a shame too. She’s headstrong, stubborn, irrationally irritating, and forces me to be a better man.” I smiled somewhat ruefully and looked down at my calloused hands. “Honestly, mom, she reminds me an awful lot of you.”