For my second story, I went with this prompt: a state park employee needs to work a night shift at an isolated visitor center. This location takes nearly an hour to reach by car, yet as a curious weather phenomenon occurs, an after hours visitor shows up…and they didn’t drive there.
The weather is finally cooling and I am ready for all the sweaters and hot drinks!
Echoes wander the hallways deep...
Knock knock, who's there?
Not Minksy, that's for sure.
Common chores and careers are the dreariest toils, a torture that must be continued if one is to pursue one's dreams.
Mm, mm! Bite-sized fiction!
Flash fiction: dark streets and darker intent...
Flash fiction: what's more romantic than the end of the world?
Flash fiction 3: Family reunions can suck sometimes...
Her mother just wants to take care of her, to keep her close... always