As you know, I’m participating in Rachael Harrie’s Writers’ Platform-Building Campaign. I must say we are having a blast meeting each other via the Yahoo group, on Twitter at #writecampaign, reading each other’s blogs and giving group support. Rachael launched the first challenge yesterday–flash fiction. The rules then my piece are below. I hit 200 words exact. 🙂 Enjoy!
The Rules: Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. Begin the story with the words, “The door swung open.” If you want to give yourself an added challenge, use the same beginning words and end with the words: “the door swung shut.” For those who want an even greater challenge, make your story 200 words EXACTLY!
The door swung open and he found Marcy sitting straight-legged on the floor, plinking her fingers in the piano teacher’s blood. Marlowe dropped the plastic sheets from his wrinkled arms.
“You should be done,” Marlowe said. “I gave you extra time with Miss Toms and you created a mess.”
Marcy plunked her stubby fingers harder on the floor. The distinct scent of iron drew Marlowe closer. He imagined the newness of the warm liquid upon his daughter’s tongue and oozing down her throat. He brushed a soaked curl off her forehead and looked down.
“Small wound for no leaks. Do you need me to show you again?”
She shook her head, rolled on her belly and slid to lick the bare calf. Holding Miss Toms’ knee for balance, Marcy’s ebony mane flopped forward into the spreading fluid. She sat up and resumed finger flicking.
Marlowe sighed, grabbed the teacher’s moist wrist and started dragging her towards the plastic. Miss Toms moaned.
“Marcy Elizabeth,” Marlowe said. “You must be quicker about your kills.” He placed the wrist in Marcy’s hand. “Finish her.”
Marcy reached again, this time towards Miss Toms’ neck.
“Please,” Miss Toms whispered. “Please stop.”
The door swung shut.
Thanks for reading! You can “like” my piece here. I’m number 219. Now I’m off to read the entries of other campaigners. You should too!