Hello lovelies. Hope you all are having a good week. Mine’s been pretty good, but exhausting. My writing goal for this week is only 7 hours, and I was only at about 1 1/2 hours before I started working on this flash fiction piece. And for once, it wasn’t due to procrastination, just evening tiredness. That being said, I have been really enjoying being back to English and particularly the linguistics lectures and seminars. Gosh I’ve missed that stuff! Such fun!
Anyway, let’s get to this flash fiction stuff:
“Three dark gods, fine, but one more and I’m going to tell her to become a paladin,” Millie said as she put the groceries away in the fridge. She moved over with the grocery bag to the pantry and began unloading canned goods onto its shelves. “I mean, I know it’s not what she wants right now but it’s not a bad career and honestly… we can’t keep living like this.” She sighed, pausing a second with her hands on her hips before resuming her activity.“Is it really that bad?” Lisa’s voice came out of the phone’s speakers, crackling electrically. “Maybe you’ll get used to it…”“Get used to it? Get used to it! Humpf!” Millie huffed, heaving a large bag of flour into a cupboard and then wheeling the shopping back into the corner. “You know what I found when I pulled into the driveway just now? A dead deer! There I am with a trunk full of groceries, and in the middle of the driveway there’s a dead deer. With… bits missing. It smelled, too.” She glanced toward the door. “It’s there, right this minute.”“You just left it there?” Lisa sounded incredulous.“I wanted to put the groceries away first,” she said dismissively. “And when it’s not a deer, it’s a boar or a deformed dog, or it’s the water in the gutters turning red, or the flowers all wilting in the garden or random runes appearing in places or crows all over the place. I mean, why does it always have to be BLOODY CROWS?!” She stopped abruptly, realizing she had transitioned into shouting. “I can’t do this anymore, Leez…” She sighed, rubbing her temples.“I’m sorry, honey. I… I don’t know what to say. It must suck,” Lisa’s voice had softened now. Millie knew it was hard for her sister to understand, what with being so far away and not seeing any of this for herself.“Yeah, it does…” she agreed, and it really did suck. She knew Hannah was special. She knew it wasn’t a bad thing, that even the type of diety that was drawn to her power wasn’t inherently bad but it was getting to be too much. Trying to keep her and her daughter’s life in order was hard enough without three gods courting Hannah in their own dark way. If things didn’t get better soon…She sighed, shaking her head at the thought. She knew Hannah should get to chose for herself, but maybe a suggestion wouldn’t hurt. She grabbed a pair of gardening gloves and put them on, then headed outside to try to drag the deer off of the driveway.
I’m actually quite happy wiht this one even though it’s completely improvised. The first line is a writing prompt from Seventh Sanctum. What do you think? Do you like it?
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