Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Flash Fiction: Welcome Home
Continuing with the back-to-school theme, please enjoy the following piece of flash fiction:
The slow drip in the kitchen sink went ting for the thousandth time. She sat by the window, waiting for her boy. Snapshots of summer flashed in her memory: riding in the car with the windows down, throwing a ball in the back yard, running on the beach, and falling asleep together to the crickets’ song. She closed her eyes for a moment and just missed him.
At the sound of the school bus, her white, long-haired tail thumped the floor rhythmically. Then came the boy’s footsteps on the gravel outside. She stood up and danced, her claws clacking on the floorboards.