Flash: Flare

/ Claire Fuller

 

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The spot of light, perfectly circular, roamed her bedroom, over her clothes and the dead fern on the windowsill – a sudden wincing flare as it crossed the mirror. At the window she craned her neck to find its source, but saw no one. The wavering beam sought her out while she backed into a dark corner, and followed her as she scrabbled under the bed. She ducked and weaved, and when she cried out she felt the heat on her tongue and down her throat as she swallowed. Below her beating heart, through flesh and skin she saw the glow.

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This is a 100-word piece of flash fiction inspired by the picture above, supplied by Dale Rogerson (thanks Dale!) and as part of Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thanks Rochelle!). If you’d like to write your own story and join in, click here to find out how, or here to read other people’s.

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This week I was very pleased to find out that my third novel, Bitter Orange, has received a starred-review from Kirkus.

30 thoughts on “Flash: Flare”

  10. Wow! Scary stuff. Did she have some idea of what was going on, that made her hide under the bed?/ I suppose a light that seems to have no source would be pretty scary, mind. Very intriguing piece!

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  14. I love how you focused on the spot (caused by a dirty lens… ahem…) and created such a tense situation. I was thinking of a laser light (like on a gun) chasing her but that it was a living thing… I dunno. I just want her to get the hell out of there!

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