by Stella Turner
Drool hung like thick curtains from its cavernous stinking mouth. The putrid aroma, reminding me of decomposing corpses, filled the room. Had it eaten someone already, my wife? I wanted to call out her name but its beady little eyes kept me spellbound. What should I do, distract it or let it climb the stairs? My baby son asleep in his crib.
Without a backward glance I crept from the house. I knew I should have called someone but who would believe me? Rising from the ashes of my burnt out home I went in search of a new family.
Author bio: My name is Stella Turner and I'm known as stellakateT on twitter. I have had three of my flash fictions published in three anthologies and long-listed in the Fish competition for the last two years. I adore flash fiction because I love the brevity of it.
My blog can be found at http://stellalikesspidersandothermyths.blogspot.com/
The "phoenix" can be such a coward, but maybe I should delay criticism until the day I'm faced with a monstrosity in my living room :)
ReplyDeleteSuch tragedy and cowardice! A very eerie piece. Nicely done! :)
ReplyDeleteCowardice, or accepting the inevitable???
ReplyDeleteLove the surprise of the 1st question. Terrific flash!
Thanks for your comments :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments. So pleased it was chosen to be included :)
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