But, it’s a new year now--time for me to put on my
big girl pants and get on with it. Nursing hasn’t been my career for a while
now. It’s been my job, not my career. I love to write. And now I have more time
for what I love.
With that in mind, I thought I’d share one of my
latest pieces of flash fiction with you:
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The
woman pulled the fur coat in closer, like it was still an animal, like it could
still protect her. But it couldn’t. It was just as dead as she was about to be.
And
just like that fox, long gone, she didn’t suspect the gravity of the situation
she was in until it was too late. There was nervousness, of course, there is
always bound to be that when someone steps into the elevator with you and
quickly pushes the button to close the door. But rest assured there will always
be rational thoughts to overcome those nerves. Perhaps he was just in a
hurry. And as he turned to face her,
knowing he was stronger, knowing she didn’t stand a chance, those rational
thoughts slipped away, too late to be of good use to anyone.
Whoa, sounds deadly good.
ReplyDeleteVery chilling!
ReplyDeleteUh-oh! *shudders* Sounds ominous...
ReplyDeletePopping in to wish you a happy, peaceful and productive 2014, Melanie!
Writer In Transit
I've been tired enough to imagine those dark moments. May you have a better evening than her!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written.
ReplyDeleteMakes me even more afraid of elevators! Well written, as always Mel.
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