She knelt among the fallen leaves, morning dew clinging to her jeans and the mist curling around her. In the shadow of the graves, she whispered into the silence.
Her servant clawed its way out of its bed.
She plucked a maggot out of ratty hair. "Welcome back."
#SatSplat 07-27-19
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Flash Fiction: A Collection
General FictionA collection of, mostly unrelated, flash fiction pieces for all manner of prompts, usually Twitter length for #SatSplat and #vss365. Image credit: Rawpixel on Pixabay
