This week Chuck Wendig has been in Australia, so his Flash Fiction Challenge was short and sweet. Write a three-sentence horror story with a beginning, a middle, and an end. Mine was posted on his site this morning and it’s gotten some decent feedback, which I appreciate. It is:
The call from her daughter was brief, just a panicked “Mom, he’s” and a truncated scream as the line went dead. The authorities searched for three torturous months, every long day more desperate than the last. A year later she began returning home via UPS, one gift-wrapped organ at a time.
With that, since it seems we’ve all had a rough week between this crisis and that crisis and the couple of crises that I haven’t even mentioned, let’s calm ourselves, look at the pretty flowers, and get ready to have a fun, relaxing weekend.