Flash Fiction: Arrival

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This image is brought to you by Morning Light and Dew, because they taste like fall apples.

They traveled by moon because it was safer. At daybreak, they found sanctuary in a tree or abandoned shelter and sleep overtook their bodies like inhaled smoke.

The morning they arrived, they found the lonely cabin under a shock of sunrise.

Inside, light flooded over a skeleton in a rocking chair and they clasped hands, tears dropping from their eyelashes.

“We were too late,” said the girl.

The door opened then, and a wrinkled woman laughed from other side.

“So you found my decoy,” she said, going forward to embrace them. “But you mustn’t cry. That one’s been gone centuries.”

 

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30 responses »

  1. I get a bit of a Hansel and Gretel vibe here, only potentially darker! I really like it!!! Tell me there will be more! 🙂

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