Today’s piece of flash fiction isn’t based on a prompt. It came to me while in the car on the way to a family thing this weekend. My dad asked my to read the map while he drove, which my mom usually does but she was going there view a different route so she wasn’t with us. Here it is:
The man laid the map in the child’s lap. It felt heavy to her, weighed down by possibilities. She ran her fingers over the parchment, along the old ink lines.
“You decide where to,” the man said. “Whereever you want, it’s up to you.”
That’s all, lovelies. Good night!