Stagecoach packed, they set off. She clutched a small box.
A crash outside, a screaming horse, and the stagecoach stopped. Voices yelled to come out. She glanced at the box, ignoring the whispered warnings of her companion.
The sun burned her eyes as she faced the three highwaymen. One holds flame. She glimpsed the slumped over, smoking driver.
She tossed the box in the road between them. "Take all I have."
Greedily, one snatched the box up. Upon opening it his eyes widened and scalded in his skull. Wailing, he crumpled to the ground. He shuddered, last exhale a name.
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The Eternal Return
Short StoryA collection of speculative short stories and flash fiction. A few of these are also posted on my blog and others still I wrote in creative writing classes or for flash fiction contests. Please, let me know what you think.
