So, there’s a contest for flash fiction out there and the details are below if you want to check it out yourself. I’ve never been spectacular at flash fiction, but I figured I’d give it a shot.
So, this is my piece for the Unexpected Fairy Tales Flash Fiction Contest, just squeaking in at 349 words. Enjoy.
A Grim Tale
Jared’s steps echoed off looming, moonlit buildings, their darkened windows like the eye sockets of grinning skulls. He had not planned on this walk home, or the trek down the alley, but a broken carriage wheel forced him into both, and now terror screamed silently that someone followed him.
A scrape echoed behind and he quickened his pace, clutching his cane like a club, or perhaps some magical warding device. Silly notion, he thought. He would have chuckled if he were not scared witless. His sister was the one who believed in such magical nonsense. He had never seen anything to suggest its existence and doubted he ever would. Shivering, he pulled his collar tighter and glanced over his shoulder, knowing that just as before he would find nothing.
The dark form struck, knocking him to the cobblestones. His spinning gaze rose to find a hoodlum looming over him, knife glinting, face a leering patchwork of teeth and shadows.
“Yer valuables,” the thief growled. “Now!”
Jared tore at his frock coat for anything that might keep him from the business end of that blade. He found his money purse and pocket watch, thrusting both at the assailant, pleading.
Steel flashed, splashing dark streaks into the moonlit sky. The hoodlum gurgled, knife clattering away, his body slumping to the cobbles, a dark pool spreading about the feet of Jared’s almost petite savior.
“Th…thank you!” he blurted, heart hammering. “If you hadn’t come—”
“Oh.” His savior turned, grinning, adjusting a faded stocking hat, red, Jared thought. “Wasn’t here for him.”
Jared’s soul froze and he crab-walked to unyielding stone.
“Ye see,” the man continued, “it’s m’ cap. ‘Tis a bit faded, an’ you’re gonna help me fix it. It needs t’ be red, an’ I chose you. Needs t’ be you, it does.”
Red cap’s blade glittered, crimson coated, dripping. Clouds crawled over the moon, and Jared’s final thoughts as glowing red eyes descended were of his sister and how he would never get a chance to tell her that at least one of those fairy tales were true.
Theme: Unexpected Fairy Tales
Length: 350 words or less.
Details: yearningforwonderland.blogspot.com & www.sjiholliday.com
Timetable: Contest open from April 4 till midnight, April 29th
Twitter: @ruanna3 & @sjiholliday & #ouatwriting