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:


Right. I agree with Tink/Dottie – a great choice, Blodeuedd, an incredible picture, full of mystery and potential, begging for a new, interesting story, but… I promised to continue and now I was scratching my head, wondering how to do it… Well, I tried and here are the results – it is the part three of Kanji’s story from the previous weeks.

When you regain consciousness, it is really difficult to say how long you was out. One minute, one hour? Maybe half a day? Kanji opened his eyes asking himself that very question. He found no answer but still was nicely surprised. He was lying in a comfortable four-poster bed in a big, well-lit room. His head was woolly and tender but no longer aching. He felt better, loads better than previously when he had woken up in a gutter. He tried to pinpoint the exact reason. After a while he found out there were several of them.

Firstly he was clean. He didn’t smell like homeless trash any longer, his hair was still damp after washing and his numerous cuts and bruises were either covered by an ointment or dressed properly. Secondly he had some fresh clothes on and they seemed to be made of purest silk. He’d always felt good in silk. He smiled. Somebody not only had rescued him from the gutter but also had taken good care of him and contributed to his well-being. Everything was right again – he was a prince, he deserved the best and he got it, failure or not failure.

Then he closed his eyes and reminded himself of that particular rescuer. It dampened his spirits a bit and Kanji frowned. True, it was a beautiful young lady but at that time she didn’t seem exactly the epitome of sympathy and kindness. She had spoken to him harshly, without due respect; she even mentioned, imagine the cheek, a price for helping him…or maybe it was just his feverish imagination playing tricks again and again? Perhaps she’d changed her mind? He had such an effect on ladies after all, he thought vainly – after taking a closer look at him most women definitely became nicer, softer and more forthcoming. It was a universal truth: his face was regular, smooth and pleasant, his body – well-muscled, lean and proportionate; in short he was the handsomest among six brothers, really nice to look at. Or touch. Or pamper. Immersed in more pleasant thoughts, smiling in reminiscence, he didn’t realise somebody was standing next to his bed until he felt a straw touching his upper lip.

“Drink, Kanji. You are thirsty.”

It was her voice and her perfume – his rescuer didn’t forget about his needs. Now he felt real thirst and here you go, she was giving him something to drink immediately. Good service – it should be always that way. He took several satisfied sips of a liquid which tasted like diluted, spiced wine and tried to open his eyes again. He couldn’t.

He was sleeping again. In his dream he saw another female face. Her head was covered by some dark cloth, her silhouette almost indiscernible from the swirling darkness. The woman’s facial features were definitely alien, as if she came from a foreign country: large, round eyes, a short, rather wide but graceful nose, lovely lips, red and full. Kanji wouldn’t mean such a slave, even a concubine. He smiled. The woman held a bottle with green, luminous substance in her hands and was offering it to him. Kanji took it – he always liked gifts and he was intrigued by her.

“Will it help me?” he asked.

The woman nodded and started to cry.

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10 Responses to Friday Flash Fiction

  1. Hey there Anachronist! I came back just in time for your flash fiction, what a treat. I really like this story, I can tell you are giving it such attention to detail, and I always love the unique names you come up with. I'm interested to see who this woman turns out to be that is caring for him. Sounds good.

  2. Tracy says:

    He just doesn't do humble, does he?!

  3. anachronist says:

    Hi Lena, nice to see you here again! If I am given an opportunity I might continue this one, especially that I know exactly what happens next. Thanks for your kind words!Tracy, no, Kanji and humble are two different words. He is in for an intensive training, though.

  4. Blodeuedd says:

    Hm…what is going on with crying lady? Now I do not trust anyone.Looking forward to part 4 🙂

  5. anachronist says:

    The crying lady will guide him I suppose but I haven't decided yet whether she is a good or a bad guide. I loved your flash this week, Blodeuedd!

  6. Interesting women. I'll be looking forward to the next part.

  7. Uh huh… leave us with a crying woman. You think it is bad, but maybe not. You have to let us know!

  8. anachronist says:

    Thanks carol for a visit – your flash wasn't bad either!Melissa – *evil laugh* maybe, just maybe….

  9. Oh! What!? I think we need more of this story. Why is she crying? Oh, come come. You need to share more. 😉 Thanks for the great story!And I realized today as I'm commenting I didn't email you back! How stupid of me. I don't think I've really been on the computer since I saw the email while at work that day you sent it. I will have to get back to you with the post. 🙂 Sorry!

  10. Most excellent Ana! I too was left wondering about the crying lady… Why is she so sad? And Kanji… no matter what happens, he feels he owed, lol, Tracy is right, the man doesn't do humble!Great story!Dottie 🙂

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