Tuesday, 12 August 2014



Word Prompt 

Phrase Prompt 
‘At long last’

Picture prompt 

Photo credit: ©Shailaja V / The Moving Quill


Flash Fiction of 50 words

Pulse racing and blood rushing to my face I opened the heavy iron gate. The air was silent, not a soul was in sight. 

" Spooky," I said to myself and made to leave.

Someone tugged at my skirt. I shrieked. Two hands enveloped me. 

20 years of separation melted away.


Linking this to Fiction Challenge ‘From 15 to 50’ here 

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