They tied her to the stake. She begged the crowd with her eyes and grunted, her voice ruined from all her screams. She was not a witch! Though they dressed her to look like one, it was they who were the wicked ones, reveling in her agony! They found it eerie that she did not […]
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The toy monkey counted as the boy wound it up. Some toys bond with child captors. Not this Monkey. This’d be the last time it’d be in sticky hands. 115 twists. Enough twists to galumph to freedom. Retire from this horrible vocation. The boy aimed the toy to shuffle across the room. It did, at
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<Hey> It can’t be. Brock Hudson. BROCK HUDSON TEXTED. Gotta keep my composure. I text. Play it cool. Don’t go crazy on emojis just yet. <Dis Liz?> <Yes> I text. What does this FINE hunk of man meat want with me? OH MY GOD. School Formal. He’s asking me. He got my number to
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Wannabe Mr. Rogers answers all Detective Li’s questions about the missing boy. But there’s something off: his cardigan sweater, how he slurps the milk carton out of a straw, the way he smiles as if he knows something she doesn’t. “Why choose this line of work?” he asks the detective as she packs up.
Flash Fiction #26 – Milk Carton Read More »