CÂINE

‘What is it?’ Gheorghe asked, poking at the pieces with the end of his pen.

‘Bones, stripped bare of any flesh.’ answered Mihaela, the forensic officer in charge of the scene.

‘Human?’

‘Canine.’

Small blessing, Gheorghe thought. He had worked for the UN at the end of the Bosnian war. He had seen mass graves of human remains. Still, it was a crime and he was the detective on call. The tip-off had been anonymous.

He tried to pick a fragment of bone up. It crumbled in his gloved hand.

‘Brittle. They’re disintegrating.’ Mihaela remarked.

‘What would do that to bone?’

‘Hydrofluoric acid. Tests will tell us for sure.’

‘How many do you think?’

‘Looks like a few thousand, if each container had one inside it. We’re still opening them.’

Gheorghe turned away from the pungent chemical smell. It stank, but not as much as the scandal he had stumbled into the middle of.

The Mayor of Bucharest had promised to rid the city of stray dogs.

Now Gheorghe knew how he had done it.


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Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 – 175 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

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GRASSHOPPER

The hard grit made for an uncomfortable place to lie.

He stared through the binoculars, searching for any sign of movement.

Midnight came and went. Dread crept over Phillips.

The double agent, codename Grasshopper, had been a high-valued source in Stasi headquarters for over ten years.

When the flash red signal was received, it was only Phillips who could be trusted with Grasshopper’s extraction.

The lay-by on the autobahn remained empty. Each approaching vehicle raised Phillips’ expectations only to dash them as the headlights flashed by.

He contemplated what could have made the Grasshopper jump. An emergency defection meant they had been discovered. If Grasshopper was caught the whole network would fall.

Another car approached. This one turned into the lay-by.  The car came to a stop, the headlights flashed twice as instructed.

Grasshopper appeared. She looked as Phillips remembered her. The hair was still dark and luxurious, the body slim and athletic, wrapped in a tight black dress and knee-high boots.

She always did have style, even with only a secretary’s wage to live on.


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Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 – 175 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

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JUSTIFIABLE

Had she done the right thing?

She had no idea. Others would judge her.

She only knew she had done what she thought best.

The water was icy cold on her feet. It reached the bottom of her dress, weighing the light linen down. The light gold sand swirled around her ankles.

The red on her dress dissolved into the water.

She stared at her hands then cleansed them, dipping them into the sea.

Behind her the sound of sirens faintly broke the morning still.

The cold water rose above her waist causing her to inhale sharply at the shock.

She only knew her children were no longer within his reach.

As the sun began to rise on the horizon she held up her thumb and covered the orange circle. Just like that she hid the brightest star in the Earth’s sky.

Would that what she had done could be so easily erased.

Buffeted by the lapping waves, tasting the salt on her lips, the water embraced her fully.


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Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 – 175 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

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FRIGHT NIGHT

‘You want to go through the woods? Are you nuts?’

‘You think because it’s Halloween something bad will happen?’ Sam laughed and walked ahead.

Amy followed his torchlight. Clouds drifted across the sky blocking out the moonlight.

‘You never saw the Blair Witch Project?’ she shouted after Sam.

‘I did,’ he called back. ‘Terrible movie.’

A stick snapped. Amy jumped and shone her torch around. The trees made ominous shapes in the shadows she cast. When she looked back, Sam had disappeared.

‘Quit fooling around, Sam.’ There was no answer.

Idiot. If he wanted to spook her, she wasn’t going to hang around and play his game. ‘I’ll see you in school tomorrow.’ She carried on walking.

Behind a large tree stump, Sam tried to scream. The hand over his mouth stopped him. He felt the knife start to slit through the skin of his throat.

‘Funny,’ the voice whispered in his ear, ‘so much evil in the world already, why do we feel the need to invent witches and bogeymen?’


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Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

TIDAL WAVES

Hands in her pockets, Elizabeth looked down from the top of the cliffs. The tide had receded gradually over the afternoon, revealing the seaweed-covered rocks, sand and pebbles of the seabed.

The memory of the place was burned into her mind after ten years of constantly returning. The erosion of the waves hadn’t changed the topography. The steep edges fell like a sequence of giant steps. Pulling her collar up to protect her face from the chill winter breeze, she clambered down.

Sea mist drifted in, causing a hazy fog. Above her the ruins of the castle still stood, guarding the bay. Elizabeth remembered the bright floodlights and white forensic tents that had been erected when she had first arrived at this place. The body in the ruins had been the first.  Continue reading “TIDAL WAVES”