
Drag Hunt
“So that’s it? I
can just take her and go?”
He twitched one eyebrow
and smiled.
I wasn’t reassured;
it reminded me that he had teeth. I shivered at the sight of the extra incisors.
“Stay or go. As
you can.”
I straightened,
easing cramps my immobility had caused. She whimpered and I shushed her
absently, eyes never leaving him as I backed away.
“Good luck” his voice
thrummed in my guts like a bass amplifier turned to eleven.
I turned, beginning
as swift an ascent as my tender burden allowed. I was puzzled; concerned by his
acquiescence to losing his latest prize.
The stairs
seemed endless. I worried that was his meaning, before we emerged into the
half-light.
Just sit on the
quantum anchor, tied as it was to our reality, and we’re home free.
I looked out –
and understood his smile.
Heavy footfalls
shook the stairs behind me.
150 words
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This story was written for Angela Goff's Visual Dare Flash Fiction Challenge