100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers
A story inspired by this photo provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
My apologies to those of you who provided comments for my last story to which I did not respond . Summer. Family. Vacation… I promise to do better this time. I hope you enjoy this week’s story.
A gust of wind stirs the dying embers. Sparks dance, lighting the midnight shadows.
Everyone claps as Jamie ends his guitar ballad.
Skye flinches and struggles to tear her eyes from the images in the flames and focus on her friends.
Scraps of visions remain entangled in her head. She blinks again and claps politely although she heard not a word.
A raven. An oak tree. A crescent moon. Autumn. Blackness. Sorrow. Her daughter.
She has no children.
Murder. Lost souls.
The words echo in her chest and rip through her like restless ghosts.
Tears stream down her cheeks.