Flash fiction, delivered on time this week.
The prompt is from The Prediction:
100 words maximum, excluding the title, of flash fiction or poetry using all of the three words above (‘army’, ‘break’ and ‘blue’) in the genres of horror, fantasy or science fiction.
I enjoyed writing this, though I struggled with it a bit. Not the overall scene. I knew what I wanted as soon as I saw the prompt. Ironing it out was tough. It’s the economy of words. It’s really hard to make 100 words pop, and even harder to bring an entire scene to life. In my mind, there was even more going on in this little vingette, and I had to whittle it down considerably.
But, that’s writing. It’s as much about what you don’t include as what you do include.
I hope you enjoy it.
It army crawls toward her, grunting.
She can feel the break in the bone, the skin swollen and blue. She’s pinned down, but it doesn’t matter. She wouldn’t be able to run anyway, and it’s coming.
Its guts hang out the bottom of its shredded torso like party streamers soaked in red Kool-Aid. She wonders what it will feel like to be eaten. Not good, she thinks, but then she has an idea.
She twists, craning her neck and pointing at the flesh.
“Bite here,” she says.
It groans and reaches for her.
“Good,” she whispers. “We have an understanding.”