Flash Fiction Friday - 22 June: Winter

Well it's Friday again. That wonderful time of the week when a bunch of talented writers get together and post 100 word flash fiction inspired by a given picture. All well worth a read and comment so pull up a chair, click the link to the other Awesome Writers

My contribution this week is called Winter  Hope you enjoy it and leave me a comment

Astral crouched on the ground and sobbed, oblivious to the snow underfoot. That could not compare to the icicle which pierced her heart the day Cadence went away.  Every day she watched in vain for him to return. She realized now he would never come back for her. She remembered how the elders took her wings and banished Cadence.

Astral always knew the raven would never allow her freedom. He watched over like a jailer.

After many years, her wings had grown again but this time black.  A mark of the unworthy.

Astral knew life was forever winter without Cadence. 
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Flash Fiction Friday - 8 June: Beware

It's Friday again. That lovely time of the week where a group of talented writers have a given picture and post 100 word (no more, no less) stories inspired by it. Here is my offering entitled Beware. I hope you enjoy it and leave me a comment. Then take a journey to read the other stories by  some really
 Awesome Writers

A gust of wind blew in from the open window when Marco awoke, enveloping his bare chest. However, he woke not from the cold wind, but from a numbing chill on his neck, sending a searing pain across his forehead.

The tip of the ice cube touched his Adam’s apple and arctic rivers followed the contours of Marco’s well-defined neck muscles down to his shoulders.

He cringed. He made fists with his big hands and clenched his teeth. Clamping his eyes shut, Marco threw his head back and groaned.

“Painful?” Questioned Linda. “That’s what you get for coming home drunk.”

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Hope you enjoyed ;)

Flash Fiction Friday - 1 June: The Headache

Its Friday again, time for a group of talented writers to get together and write a one hundred word story, no more no less. There is a given picture to inspire us and many versions to read. Just click the link to read the other wonderful Flashers Each deserves a read and a comment. I hope you enjoy mine.

Mark smiled. He watched Dean swimming, naked in their new pool. He admired his lithe body, with rippling muscles. Strong arms and legs pounded. Dean seemed at one with the water.  

Finally he stopped.  Looking up Dean said, before setting off again. "I woke with a headache and thought the swim might help."

However suddenly, the splashing stopped. Dean began to sink. Mark dove in, terrified. He dragged Dean out, kissing him.

Suddenly, Dean spluttered and grabbed hold of Mark. Relief washed over Mark, like the water that tried to claim his love.

“Thank God. I thought you were dead.”

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