Flash Fiction - Which One?

Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, typically only a few hundred words or fewer
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: Whichever path he chose would ruin someone’s life

 Sam looked between the cells. His heart ached. “Only one?” Whichever path he chose would ruin someone’s life.
The matron walked past again. “Have you made a decision?”
Noise echoed through the hallway. Sam cringed. “Now quite. How do you choose just one?”
She smiled. “It’s hard. I’d take them all home if I could.”
He sighed. “I’ll take the German Shepherd.”
She nodded. “Good choice. Gunner only has one day left. You’ll save his life.”
“And the lab?”
“Shooter stands a great chance of getting out of here.”
Gunner grinned as if he knew he’d just been saved.

Flash Fiction - Sneaky Devil

Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, typically only a few hundred words or fewer
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: She’d got him wrong, but that was her loss

Two faces peered at her through the fence. “What the heck! I separated you guys last night!” She sighed and made her way to the gate. The grain slid from the bucket into the trough. Blossom and Hart both raced to the gate, pressing against it with their heads, begging for release. Begging for the sweet feed that beckoned, gleaming in the morning sunlight. “No milk for me, I guess.”
Hart was supposed to be in the pasture, not the pen. The sneaky devil was learning the routine way too fast. She’d got him wrong, but that was her loss.

Writing Wednesday - Shotgun

Note... I DID start this yesterday but with work and a toddler dropping a cookie sheet on her toe and needing mommy to sleep next to her ... Yeah... It didn't get posted until today.

Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, typically only a few hundred words or fewer
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: She dropped the shotgun on the bed

*****1*****
Cassie turned, her eyes wide. “What did they do? I can’t be married to him! Not David!”
Her breath caught in her throat as she choked back a sob. Tears trickled down her cheeks. The wooden stock glistened in the flickering firelight. Her hands shook as she took the shotgun from its spot on the mantle.
“I won’t be forced into this. He’s a horrible person.”
The door creaked open bringing with it a cold blast of air. David’s evil sneer turned to shock as the smell of spent gunpowder filled the room. She dropped the shotgun on the bed…


*****2*****
Fire pulsed through her veins. Overwhelming her. Consuming her. Her heart raced, pumping the flames even faster.
“Get a hold of yourself, Ember.” His murmured words were almost muffled by the crackling and popping in her ears.
The wood in her hands almost disintegrated into ash of it’s own accord while the metal became a dripping, molten mass. She scanned the room, her gaze stopping on Trent’s face. All the color had drained. She dropped what remained of the shotgun on the bed. The blankets seemed to pull back from it as if in fear, their edges singed and smoking.

*****3*****
Water dripped from her clothes, puddling on the floor. She glanced at the dog shivering next to her, crouching near the barely warm fireplace.
“Go lay down, Chance. You did real good today.”
The dog’s tail thumped once then was still as his head rested on his paws.
Tracy almost didn’t have the strength to strip out of her wet clothes before she collapsed next to the shotgun she’d dropped on the bed.
She groaned as a knock came at the door. “What?”
“It’s the game warden. Open up.”
She forced her eyes open a crack then rolled over.