Posted by Leif G.S. in Fiction, Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Short Story | 0 Comments
Dark Flash Fiction: Dark Angels
This piece of Dark Flash Fiction came from a prompt offered by Motivational Mondays. It is nice, dark, and rich (as well as influenced by the music I was listening to at the time. I’ll let you get what). Thanks for reading and enjoy!
Tears streamed down her face as the gun clattered on the ground. “I just wanted to know who I was.”
The woman across from her tilted her hooded head forward, obscuring her face as the bullet smoldered in her open hand. When she spoke, the room vibrated loud enough to drop her to her knees. The gun wielding woman clasped her ears and moaned in agony, “Beside your burning cradle; the lullaby of death was sung by dark angels. They were the daughters of flame.”
The bullet burst into flames as the figure tilted its head back and laughed with malice. She took a step away as her hands covered her face, recoiling in horror as she stumbled over an end table.
The woman under the robes was her.
