WEEK 62: Mom and boy next door

Prompted by: Susan Lage Martin

The crazy author says: Trace is giving me warm fuzzies. Is that normal? I don’t think so…

Trace staggers forward, flattening my spine against the wall, and leans away to look at me.

Beautiful.

I can hardly see but I know he’s beautiful. His thumb sweeps across my lashes as a heavy sob breaks from my chest, fragmenting the words, “You s-scared me.”

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WEEK 56: Don’t

Prompted by: Ember-Raine Winters a.k.a. Lady E

The crazy author says: Another one-word prompt. Errr, just stating the obvious haha!

It’s been nearly an hour of complete silence.

We’d spent five minutes making out like teenagers. I’d taken three to transfer into the car, disassemble my chair, and toss it behind me. Typically a ninety-second task, I had purposely slowed my movements, gone twice as slow, giving her every opportunity to change her mind.

To stay behind.

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WEEK 55: Now

Prompted by: AnRo

The crazy author says: Almost over…

“Brady Lucas,” she echoes, touching the corner of my mouth.

I stay perfectly still because I don’t know what else to do and what I’m about to say next might send her running for the hills.

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WEEK 54: Trust me?

Prompted by: Sam

The crazy author says: Umm, I got nothing haha!

Even though I know the answer, I have no other choice but to ask, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she lies.

It rolls so easily off her tongue I think she actually believes herself. Even worse, I almost believe her too. I’m crossing into dangerous territory where returning isn’t an option. There’s no second-guessing. No escape route. No turning back.

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WEEK 50: Two can play this game

Prompted by: Shades_of_kb

The crazy author says: I’m gonna try killing this story off in 2 more weeks cuz it’ll be exactly 52 weeks and my OCD is all like, “Ann, you gotta end the 1-year anniversary of writing flash fiction with a complete storyline for no good reason.” Yeahhh…

Shit.

I’m being tortured.

Some sick bastard is going to town on the back of my skull with a sledgehammer. I know I’m dying. My brain is bleeding profusely. Hemorrhaging uncontrollably. The pressure builds and builds with each subsequent impact…

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