Challenge Taken: Secret Sunday Flash Fiction
I couldn’t resist… I think I’m becoming addicted to these Flash Fiction Challenges! You will have to grin and endure what I unleash in these short pieces of writings. Though, having said that, I do have a confession to make, the piece below is actually an amended section from an improvisational WIP I’m working on with a friend and the full story is on our joint blog DiRosaYikici.
Back to the task at hand… Billie Jo Woods has issued a Secret Sunday Flash Fiction Challenge: Write a flash fiction piece having no more than 500 words. You can write in any genre you want but the story must include a secret of some sort. Deadline May 7th 2011 -I realise I still have 2 days to accomplish this -I panicked so I cheated! Should a new story idea come about after I have posted this I would gladly share it with you. I hope this is still an enjoyable read.
For the inquisitive minded the word count is 493 which includes the title.
Where There’s a Will There’s a Way
I slumped down onto the floor and allowed the fear, panic, shock and relief to overtake me in an instance; I could not believe what I had just done –breaking and entering was not high on my to do list being the law-abiding citizen I was -and here I was waiting for the adrenaline to subside and the disapproval to sink in; it didn’t come. My mind was too occupied with the note I saw –I surely did not imagine that –the same note in Rob’s diary… What was going on?! Was Rob trying to tell me something? This was becoming too weird, too much of a coincidence… And why my neighbour downstairs! What has he got to do with anything?! -More importantly why me?!!! As I pondered and tried to make sense of what had just taken place I heard his sweet voice speaking to me again.
“Stay focused my love, this will all make sense soon –you just need to trust your instincts and me, I will not let you down. See I haven’t left you, I am still here with you as always.”
I shook my head; I must be going delusional –hearing Rob’s voice seemed hardly normal –it seemed more likely to be a schizophrenic tendency than anything else –but the note … the diary –they were –no they are real! That I was sure of…
I tentatively got up; checking to see if I was likely to feel faint-headed caused by all the unnecessary adrenaline that chose to fill my day! I seemed fine so I walked towards the coffee table, just to double-check I was not imagining the diary –sure enough it was there, sitting casually on top of the glass table. Undecided; at first, I thought I’d check to see if the date and place was still etched in there like the note in the flat downstairs; but decided against it, thinking it was just too much to take on an already emptied stomach; I needed to eat something substantial as I had promised myself when I was with Anton. I shuddered at the thought of him; that dread crept inside telling me to watch out; it was not the last I had seen of him.
I sighed in weariness and I made my way to the kitchen; I had to occupy my thoughts with something ordinary or I will surely lose it!
I must have been staring at the cupboard for quite a while as I didn’t initially hear the doorbell; my mind had wandered to a time where Rob and I had attempted to make a roast dinner –neither of us ever had made it before; the kitchen was a mess as I remembered with a smile –we hadn’t done so badly for a first attempt but we had to practice –practice to make it perfect for our family -that’s when I was aware of the doorbell.
If you’re intrigued to find out what happens next or what happened before please make your way to DiRosaYikici and delve right in.