Sunday, September 11, 2011

Editors Flash Fiction ENTRY #1


The Call

“Hello, Angel.” Seduction and primal energy, its gravelness causes my spine to shiver, my breath to quicken.
I walk to the edge of Mother Moon’s altar. “I didn’t see you.”
“You disappoint me.  Have you forgotten me so soon?”
“The rain is too fresh; you are hidden under its perfume.” Mother Moon casts away the shadows.
“I do not hide.” His hand twitches into a fist; he has never heard my words.
Mother Moon is here.  Her altar cries for me.
Muscles crack, groan and twist beneath my skin.
I smile as screams tear his throat.

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