I wrote this 50 word story while on the phone, in about 2-3 minutes. I wish very much I had had more time to write something better, but this extreme lateness has made me decide to go dark for the month of May until the convention is over.
I don't want to make promises I can't keep, and right now, the convention has to take priority.
So, here's my last flash fiction for a while.
“It’s almost over,” he said, which didn’t quite sound like a promise.
Squinting against the feverish light, the salt of sweat, chemicals, and metallic taint was suffocating.
His hands were at my throat, the whir of torturous machines jackhammering at my ears.
Water sloshed my lips.
“Rinse,” the dentist said.