I’m taking a writing class in hopes of restarting my muse. You know how fickle it can be! The class is taught by the incredible Lisa Kessler. You can find her website (and information on classes) here. Our first assignment was a piece of flash fiction with a maximum of 250 words. Also, it had to somehow involve murder.
Hope you like my story! Thanks to Lisa for helping me polish it 🙂
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The Last Breath
Faded, peeling wallpaper. Cobwebs lurking in the corners. Dust motes floating on the stale air. My heart shattered, the pieces scattering over the scuffed hardwood floors. I bit my lip, stifling a sob. Mom would be so disappointed at what was once our home.
A sharp knock sounded at the door. I jumped, frowning. I wasn’t expecting company.
“Hey, sis.” My eldest brother’s expensive cologne filled the room.
I stiffened my back, refusing to meet his gaze. “How’d you know I was here?”
He shrugged. “The realtor.” Continue reading “Flash Fiction: The Last Breath”