Friday Flash Fiction

Amy C at Romance Book Wyrm and Dottie atTink’s Place have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate – you publish your Fiction Flash  on Friday – 350 words, give or take. Below you can find the picture posted last Monday:

It will be a new story, not connected to anything I’ve written so far in order not to bore you all!

He woke up early in the morning lying on a stony, filthy pavement. His head ached like mad and he was cold. He tried to get up but managed to stand only using the nearest wall as a support. As weak as a blind kitten, he tried to walk but found it impossible. Pathetic. Most of his clothes had been gone – he was left with a dirty, torn, buttonless shirt, most probably not his, and a pair of breeches. No shoes, no leather tunic with these fashionable metal studs he was so proud of, no weapons. He swore. Even swearing was quite a task. His tongue seemed to be twice the usual size and his mouth – completely dry and stinking to hell. Speak about a bad morning…

Then he remembered. He had been on a mission three months now. Last night he finally retrieved the Key and, feeling so happy and elated that he almost danced and cheered, he decided one beer would made the great, successful evening just perfect. Bad, bad mistake. Local beer was different than his usual drink of choice although the name stayed the same – first it went down fast, smooth, cold and pleasant, then it whacked you on your head with its strength quite unexpectedly. The fact that he hadn’t been eating well lately certainly didn’t help either. If he only knew.

One moment he sat chatting with the serving girl, the next he was fast asleep on the table. Then somebody roughly woke him up and told to get his ass out of the inn. When he didn’t move quickly enough he was thrown out unceremoniously by two burly thugs. Or maybe there were three of them? Afterwards he simply drowned in a smooth blackness – losing consciousness has never been that easy. Not for him. Horrible stuff, that local beer. Small wonder he has been jumped and robbed during the night- lying in a gutter near the inn, completely sozzled, unable to lift a finger in his defence, he was every little thief’s dream job. He earned it. The problem was that they have also taken the Key. Injuring his leg, inside which it had been sewed. He wanted to howl with rage but forced himself to think.

It meant the thief, no matter who or what he or she was, knew. Taking his flashy tunic, expensive weapons and good quality shoes was one thing. Slicing his tight open in the right place and stealing an object hidden inside, not bigger than a small caterpillar, was quite another story. Now he was being in dire straits and he knew nobody who would be willing to help. His head was throbbing even more terribly when he heard somebody’s light, cautious steps.

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11 Responses to Friday Flash Fiction

  1. Khal Drogo! I sense a theme here. 🙂

  2. Blodeuedd says:

    Wohoo new story 😀 I like it.Wow, he had the key in his leg? Icky stuff

  3. anachronist says:

    Khal Drogo he might be but…well, no underage bride for him!Blodeuedd I am in a cruel mood again. Just rest assured he didn't feel pain.

  4. ewww…lol…he got the Key in his leg…like inside of his leg, with the blood? like in the meaty part? OUCH!! Still a great tale, have to say I enjoyed it, and most definitely want to know how the heck he got the Key to be embedded inside his thigh…and the taking out part…another OUCH! I'll be waiting for more…Dottie 🙂

  5. Eww.. However, I would have never looked there for the key. :)Well done!

  6. anachronist says:

    Dottie, yes, he had it inside his leg, under his skin. Pretty eww, I know but if I am given the opportunity you will see why. Thanks for a visit!Melissa, thanks, I would have never looked there either, that's why it was such a great hiding place!

  7. *gags* so I have this whole weird thing with objects being where they TOTALLY shouldn't. I know, I'm totally weird, but example nonetheless…weeds that grow through concrete, (2)corks in spongebob squarepants, (3)foreign objects inside the skin. LOL! I am seriously weird. But, really, that key thing did have an excellent hiding place and I WOULD NEVER look there because I probably would have gagged a bit. 😀 Amazing story! Well done anachronist!(Oh, and my first thoughts on that picture was that he was checking out his own manly parts, LOL)JenIn the Closet With a Bibliophile

  8. anachronist says:

    Jen lol, his manly parts weren't missing – my first thought was: the guy has lost his wallet. Go figure!You know, I do understand your little obsession with weird things out of place. Monstrosities attrakt attention no matter whether you want it or not. The Key was well-hidden but for a very good reason.

  9. Oh, what a poor bugger! He was so happy to have finished his mission to just lose it all over again. lol. Great story!

  10. anachronist says:

    Thanks Melissa, wait and see what I have in store for him this Friday! Evil laugh – I say no more!

  11. Tracy says:

    Oh, interesting one! My money is on the serving girl dunnit :)(love the picture it's based on too, that's quite a six-pack he's got!)

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