Flash fiction

etolbagam

(photo prompt by Etolbagam)

The Long Walk.

She tightened her billowing scarf and glanced skyward. Grey clouds hovered and she could feel the spit and trickle of a light rain falling. She sighed and opened her umbrella.

It was always windy and cold, this walk from train to car. She pulled her coat close. Only five hundred metres. It was getting dark.

A footfall. She glanced over her shoulder. Nothing was there. She fumbled in her bag for her keys and clenched them in her hand between her knuckles, as she had been taught.

Every day was the same long walk. There was no-one to meet her at the station and no-one to drive her home.

The wind whipped at her ankles and she glanced around again. Nothing was there.

Only the wind.

 

(130 words)

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11 thoughts on “Flash fiction

  1. A very good piece of flash fiction. You imbue the situation with real pathos at the end. I hope that someone is there at the other end of her journey to welcome her home. ๐Ÿ™‚ Best wishes TJ

  2. So sad that she has that to face each time and lives in fright . Maybe it won’t always be that way and she will feel comfortable walking to her car and someone of good character will be waiting for her. Wonderful story. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. I totally understand it. Been there, done that….Until about 20 years ago, I was still living with my parents and the bus stop was a kilometer from home. At some point there was a rapist at loose in the area. Those were tense months. I tried to get my dad or brother to pick me up at the bus stop sometimes, but it wasn’t always that they were available…

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