Friday Flash Fiction #2

This friday's flash fiction is a ghost story...


The air was rank with power.  It curdled the blood like the screams of a banshee.  Sweeping the flashlight in wide arcs threw muted illumination like silky cobwebs against stone walls.  She was close, so close I was breathing her in.  I brushed fingers across lips, uncertain whether I was revolted or aroused.

Her icy touch took me by surprise.  Ghost eyes wide and dilated, like I was an opiate and she an addict, she fed on offered energy.  I beckoned her closer and unable to resist, she was bound to me.  Mine.  My ethereal huntress.  My new forged weapon.
100 words
©Quinn Smythwood 2011

I'd love to collaborate with others. Would you like to be part of an Urban Fantasy/Speculative Fiction  Friday Flash group? Already writing Friday Flash Fiction then leave a link in the comments - I'd love to read your piece.


Craig Smith said...

Very nicely done. You're good at the 100 word flashes. Not an easy thing to do.

I thought you might like this UF piece of mine:

John Wiswell said...

I thought the narrator would wind up the victim. I hope they're happy together!

FARfetched said...

Well done — and the pic goes quite nicely too!

Like John, I was expecting the narrator to be the victim instead of a hunter, so that was a great twist there at the end.

Chuck Allen said...

It seems the hunter found what she was looking for and a bit more. Nicely done.

Anonymous said...

"It curdled the blood like the screams of a banshee." Loved this line. Your story is tightly written, not a word or phrase wasted and full of deep, dark description.

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