• the_novel_idealist

18 December 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday

Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year all!

Panting, ice cold air scratching against his lungs, he clutched the closest tree.

He had expected her; no one left the Order to a simple life, but Christmas Eve… even that seemed unnecessarily cruel.

He had struck her down, but not fatally; he could not linger in the wilderness long. He stood only for a moment to appreciate sending his wife and son away early, unknowingly, just to be sure.

He looked back to see his blood twisting within the snowy prints behind him and sharpened; their car, his wife smiling through the glass, made an unexpectant approach.