Frisky Friday Flash Fiction

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Happy Friday! It’s time for another installment in Frisky Friday Flash Fiction. You know the drill. I provide a picture and the first lines of a story (300 words maximum). You get the opportunity to provide the rest. I’ll post the full story the following week.

Let’s look back at last week’s story:

Sensual woman hugging handsome man

“Angelic Vengeance”

Sometimes humans must be punished for their deeds. And the one who took my beloved’s wings will pay dearly.

“Shhh, Ramiel, I feel your pain.”

“Kashara, it’s not what you think.”

“Explain it to me then. I fail to understand why you defend humans.”

Ramiel stares into my eyes. “Because they are our Father’s favorites.”

I cross the room and pick up my robe from the floor. “Someone cut off your wings—”

“No, Kashara.” His hands grip my arms from behind. “There’s a war brewing. I lost them in battle.”

I whirl around. “In battle with who?”

“The Nephilim are fighting back.”

“No.” This can’t be happening. It won’t be long before Ramiel and I are discovered.

“Don’t worry, my love.” He strokes my cheek before pulling me closer. “I won’t let them harm you.”

“Who did you fight?” I ask, my voice trembling.

“The Archangels are here. Michael has my wings.”

Not Michael. A year ago, he promised to wipe me and my kind off the face of the Earth. If he knew I linked myself to Ramiel, Michael wouldn’t stop until Ramiel and I were dead.

I step out of Ramiel’s embrace and tug on a t-shirt and jeans. A small backpack with all I need for a quick getaway sits by the door.

“Kashara, what are you planning?”

“I’m leaving. It’s best you don’t follow me.” I slide my feet into a pair of low-heeled boots.

“You can’t run from Michael, not for long.”

“I’ll run for as long as I can. He can’t kill our—”

Ramiel stops in his tracks. “Our what, Kashara?”

I avert my eyes. Michael is here to carry out the mission of wiping out my kind. And Ramiel has committed a worse crime—impregnating one of us.

“Our child,” I say.


And now for this week’s story:

I Always Get

I’m a man of lucrative means. Whatever I want, I get. Money. Cars. Women. I have wanted for nothing in life until the day I met her. The one woman I couldn’t have.

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