It’s Flash Fiction Friday, and to celebrate, I’m sharing one of my more recent forays into miniaturized horror, The Keeper of the Well. This story seemed to flow out of the ether as I sat down to pen my first flash fiction piece of 100 words or less. Or maybe it didn’t flow out of the ether at all. Maybe something was sitting beside me. Enjoy!
She sat at her desk, typing as if to beat the devil, or in this case, writer’s block. She’d suffered from it for five agonizing years. But tonight her fingers danced on the keyboard and the words seemed to flow from the well of her soul. She glanced at her reflection in the monitor. With half-lidded eyes she saw the succubus, caressing her shoulders, kissing her neck. With every keystroke her vitality waned, her reflection was somehow less there, but still she continued to type in an explosive rapture of words until she lacked the strength to draw another breath.
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blackalchemy 
I like this a lot. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you, Bill. I really enjoy your blog as well – you have a fantastic array of content! We seem to share a Kansas connection (I worked in Topeka for many years and my in-laws live in Hutch). All of my longer fiction pieces keep defaulting to the Flint Hills. Pretty soon there will be more zombies than cattle roaming central Kansas. Best regards, and I look forward to following your blog and reading more of your writing!
Man that’s creepy. Makes me feel all itchy and nervous!
Thanks, Dave! Don’t you sometimes wonder, just a tiny bit, where the words come from? 🙂