Maybe it’s just me but time seems to be moving much faster. My only consolation is that my weekly addiction to ‘Friday Fictioneers’ comes around quicker as well. Get yourselves over and join Rochelle Wisoff-Fields eclectic band of storytellers. A 100 word flash fiction based on the weekly photo prompt provided.
This week’s photo comes from Renee Heath.
He gave her till sunrise or till the candle burned out. There was no clock, no hands to focus on. No beat of the minutes from one hour to the next, only the relentless invisibility of anticipation and fear.
She heard a noise. The barest scent of sweetness fanned her cheek and she drew the cover closer. Dawn’s early blaze lit one corner of the bedframe. Then the chloroform, sweet and pungent, covered her face. Sunrise disappeared into darkness.
He laid the wax over her still warm skin as he whispered “You did say you’d die to see my next piece”.