Flash Fiction, for those who don't know, is fiction in a flash. Short, very little detail, yet a whole story. I like to try my hand at various different writing strategies to exercise my writing skills and try new things! I wrote this story for a short story contest, readingwriters (which is no longer online), and received Honorable Mention, which was reserved for the top ten entries. This was my first attempt at flash fiction. I hope you like it. As with all of my everything on my site, feel free to share this post, but link back my website, and share in its entirety. Thank you!
By Laura Hysell
My heart raced with each step. I glanced at Mark as he hurried purposefully beside me, the tight-packed snow barely slowing his movements. Crunch! My heart thudded as Mark pushed me down beside a fallen tree, his eyes scanning for the source of the sound. Crunch! His eyes darted left, toward the sound. I felt myself shivering, whether from the cold or the fear, I wasn’t sure. Mark pressed his finger to my lips, silencing my chattering. He moved quickly toward the noise, a gun appearing in his hand as though it lived there. Crunch!
Mark was gone, hidden in the twilight, hunting for my pursuer. I strained my ears, trying to follow his movements with sound rather than sight. Crunch! The sound was behind the fallen tree I shivered behind. Mark? No, he was a hunter, of man and beast. Crunch! The sound was to my right, circling around the base of the fallen tree. My eyes strained to see even as my body cringed away, trying to bury itself in the dead tree.
A ratted tennis shoe moved into view, turning toward me, as I looked upward at my pursuer. His thick facial hair obscured most of his features, save his yellowed teeth as he grinned down at me. I saw him move and I scurried away, raising my arm in defense. A burning sensation ripped across my forearm as his knife sliced through, and a small gasp escaped my lips.
“Don’t move,” Mark said as he pushed his gun into my assailant’s back. I breathed a sigh of relief, which turned into a scream as my pursuer turned toward Mark, slashing out with his knife.
The men were suddenly both on the ground, struggling over the knife that crept closer to Mark’s exposed throat. Blood covered the ground, flowing from Mark’s wrist down his elbow to spatter the pristine snow. I shivered in fear as the knife inched closer to Mark’s throat once more. My mind turned faster and faster, seeing every detail of the attack as though in slow motion. Then I saw it.
I hurled myself to the snow, my hands scrambling for the piece of black amongst all the white and red. My hands gripped the handle and I turned just as the knife bit into Mark’s collar. He screamed out in pain and I joined my scream of rage to his. Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Thump. Gasp. I knelt shakily next to Mark, pressing my hands on the delicate wound at his neck. “I’ll live,” he said softly, removing the knife with a gasp of pain. “Let’s get you home.”
I nodded as I carefully pulled Mark into a standing position. The badge on his side bit into my hip as he leaned against me, but I didn’t mind the discomfort. We turned as one and began our slow journey back toward civilization. Crunch!
Copyright © 2015 Laura Hysell