Flash Friday Fiction


Picture courtesy of Dawn Q. Landau          

This picture leads to more questions than answers.  Time, erosion, one hell of a storm….how did this little building end up there, with stairs up the rock?  I love the idea of it.  When I saw it, I had to give it magical properties. 

Word count: 100

Welcome Home

Edna walked this beach daily, down and back.  Their constitutional, they’d called it.  She walked alone these days, widowhood a mantle she never claimed.

Seeing the red room on the rock, Edna puzzled over how it came to be there. Dropped to earth, it seemed.  She gave it wide berth for days, something ominous about it.

Late one afternoon, she spotted a light glowing in the window.  Cautiously, she approached to get a better look.  A glow emanated from the doorway, and through it, she spied her husband, beckoning.

A tentative first step, then another. At last, she was home.

© Erin Leary

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18 thoughts on “Flash Friday Fiction

  1. Lovely take on the prompt, and lovely word choices. One particular thing I notice is that, even though you have just 100 words to use, you do not rush the story. It has the feel of the passage of time. A great feat with only 100 words to play with.

  2. Dear Erin,

    Twilight Zone has already been referenced and now it will be again. 😉 I could see this one played out. Part of me wants her join her husband and the other part of me shudders at the thought. Well done and perfectly worded.



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