Tuesday, June 19, 2012 | By: Angela Brown

Follow My Lead...

Candilynn Fite is doing something very interesting.  It is the Follow My Lead Flash Fiction Contest.
Doing a contest isn't, in and of itself, the interesting part.  You can get the details of the contest by clicking here.  The prizes caught my attention.  Their supportive nature intrigued me.  And for this first ever Follow My Lead Flash Fiction Contest, she's giving away Roland Yeoman's End of Days.  I couldn't pass up this opportunity so I'm submitting a flash fiction piece.

Here's the prompt: The streets of this restless city never slept...
Here's the picture to go along with the prompt:
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And here is my flash fiction piece:

The streets of this restless city never slept.  Drunken tourists shuffled along, not a care in the world, bumping elbows into strangers.  Offered beer breath laughter instead of apologies.  Such lack of courtesy demanded attention, but not from me.  In a flash-vision, I saw the young men seal their fate in the next bar.  A brawl, preventable were it not for hot heads and alcohol-strained livers.  A night in a cell would do them good

From my blue-lit balcony, I watched a couple walk arm-in-arm down the cobblestone lane, a woman who smiled mischievously up at a husband that was not hers.  He leaned down to waiting lips and kissed her.  An iridescent light cast a halo around his wedding band as he slipped it off his finger and into his pocket.  Of the many, I chose the husband.  His choice in the situation turned the tide.  They parted from their kiss, no hint of remorse in his smile.  I closed my eyes to let the consequences of my choice whir before me:  A young brunette, veiled and saddened.  Definitely not the blonde clutched in his arms before me. The widow rested her head upon the shoulder of a man with a straight back and heart pouring forth in pity and love. A little boy, too, fatherless, but not for long…and better off for it.


A smile curled my lips.  He will be mourned but something good would come of his death, especially for my wasting body.  Curse that river woman and her poisons.  Then again, I suppose I shouldn’t have slept with her husband.  Now damned as the mistress of Death, taking life is how I must live.  Though the streets of this restless city never sleep, it will no longer be so for one.

21 comments:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Fits the mood of the scene well!

Angela Brown said...

Thanks, Alex. It was a fun piece to write.

David P. King said...

It's so blasted easy to be immersed in your writing. Brilliant, Angela! :)

Angela Brown said...

Awww...thanks David :-)

J. A. Bennett said...

I loved this, I was totally hooked!

Candilynn Fite said...

Ahh...I'm the judge, so I'll withhold my comments, EXCEPT this one; Right now, my head is tingling (or crawling!) with, "Curse that woman and her poisons." Talk about gooseflesh!

And a GIGANTIC thank you, Angela for posting such a fabulous announcement of the contest!!! You absolutely, hands up, ROCK. :)))

Angela Brown said...

I'm quite glad you enjoyed it :-)

Angela Brown said...

It was my pleasure to announce it. When I saw you were doing this, I just HAD to post about it :-)

Raelyn Barclay said...

I'm not much of a flash fiction person but WOW Angela. Love what you did with this prompt! Good luck in the contest.

Angela Brown said...

Thanks, Raelyn. Took some cutting to get the word count. Man how I love to ramble lol!!!

1000th.monkey said...

OOOOOH! Very intriguing! Fun piece, Angela!!

Angela Brown said...

Thanks for checking it out :-)

Angela Orlowski-Peart said...

Very intriguing, Angela. I loved it :-)

I will check out Candilynn's Contest - I'm due to stop by her blog anyway!

Susanna Leonard Hill said...

This looks like so much fun! Thanks for sharing! :)

Gwen Gardner said...

So eloquent, as usual. And dark! I always love your stuff, Angela:)

Angela Brown said...

Cool. I bet other entries are fantastic!

Angela Brown said...

Glad you had a chance to check it out :-)

Angela Brown said...

Awwww, Gwen. Thank you so much.

Maria Zannini said...

That is creepy, Angela. I like it! I could envision an entire novel played out from this little piece of narrative.

Angela Brown said...

Hmmm...I hadn't thought of that. Might be something to consider. Definitely could not be a YA novel lol!!!

Leslie S. Rose said...

I'm caught by the interesting texture of your characters and situations. So good.

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