For November 9th: Write a 500-word or less flash fiction piece inspired by this picture--
I've spent some time writing flash fiction this year. I think my goal is to always try something different from my usual writing. You know....push the envelope and think outside my personal box. Here is my submission in this week's campaign for the I Love Dark YA blogfest sponsored by the writers at YAtopia.
Following Georgie had been harder than it looks in the movies. I'd hung back in my car with a truck between us. When she'd stopped her Volkswagon bug at the side of the road, I'd made a quick right to avoid getting caught. I was sure I'd lost her in that stupid car that reminded me of an oversized M&M. When I circled back, it sat deserted at the side of the highway.
My white eyelet dress caught on a sticker bush as I walked into the woods to find her. I thought about calling out to her and changed my mind. The thought of Georgie keeping a secret from me was too intriguing.
I made no noise as walked along. What appeared to be overgrown brush a second ago now evolved into a worn path. Georgie hadn't been the first to come this way.
Georgie's giggle was that infectious kind that made people smile and want to be in on the joke. The sound rang out into the overcast day with cheerful intention. I froze. A second deeper laugh followed and joined hers. I held my breath.
I squatted and bent my legs to stay hidden in the bushes while trying to determine how close they were. Inching along through the brush, I could hear the whispering getting louder. One step. I could almost make out words. Another step. I thought I heard my name. Three steps. The talking stopped. Silence.
I couldn't get a good view. They stood with their bodies close together. Georgie's short frame was obscured by the larger one. Georgie had worn her wedged heels - into the woods no less- and she was still dwarfed by the other person. I smirked at her shoe choice for a rendezvous in the woods when I heard his voice.
It was the voice of the man I'd known my entire life.
When I walked out from the brush without knowing I had moved, they both turned in slow motion toward me. Their faces were comically surprised with wide eyes and dumb expressions. His hands moved from the back of her head, and he took a worthless step back.
My heartbeat pounded in my pupils...my ears..my lips. I couldn't feel anything else but the black pulse and screaming inside my head. The moment stretched. A dark boiling sensation filled my chest as I took a deep breath.
Then, I saw them look away from me and at the ground around them. A sound like hard rain filled the air, and they shielded their heads from the small bodies falling from the sky. Feathery piles of blackbirds, grackles, and starlings accumulated in the area around them. Georgie screamed, but I didn't care. I watched him.