Execution Day #flashfiction

All those close to the President would be lined up outside the Palace and told to run, but they wouldn’t get far. I was in the airport. They were coming for us there too, but there were no guns, only razor blades. I escaped down the service lift and hid in the luggage conveyor. I’d told my flight-attendant friend where to find me before making my escape. She came. I explained my predicament: if she didn’t get me out, I would die. Of course, if she did get me out, and they found out, she would die instead.

‘I’m screwing one of the private pilots’ she said, ‘I’ll see what I can do: wait here.’

So I waited. And as I heard the click of her 5-inch stilettos returning to the spot where I was hiding, I knew I was about to find out if I’d been wise to trust her…

Flexing my fiction-writing muscles

As it’s the dVerse summer break, I thought I’d post some flash fiction I’ve had in draft form for a while. This one is based on a dream I had a while back. I do have strange dreams, but don’t we all? Let me know what you think! And if you have any flash fictions you would like to share on this blog, please email them to me at experimentsinfiction@protonmail.com.

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  1. I think the strange thing is that you remember them.

    It’s the kind of flash I like to write – just enough that it leaves the reader asking questions. And everyone will imagine their own answers.

    Flash is my favourite form of writing. Poetry is fine but conforming to a specific form of words or syllables is a straightjacket.

    1. Only very occasionally do I remember them!

      I’m pleased you enjoyed! I never find poetry constraining, I find prose harder 😅

      1. I had a big problem starting to write poetry for that very reason. It’s almost like the author is showing off – I have sufficient vocabulary to be able to contort the language in all these wonderful directions. The writer gets something from that, but how much does the reader get?

        I mean, I do write my own poetry sometimes now but my primary goal is that it is understandable. If someone leaves my post scratching their head, what was the point?
        That’s why I like flash. I think it is easier for that communication to happen

  2. I would never, ever, ever, ever trust a woman in stilettos. Give me a nice pair of clogs or Dr Martens any time.😂

  3. I have some very strange dreams, but as you say, I suspect everyone does, it’s just that I often remember mine.
    I feel like there’s more to this story.

    1. Thanks Merril. There could be, but I’m not a great storyteller in my waking state, so I’ll have to see if I can dream the next episode…

  4. Razor blades! Sounds like a nightmare! 😱 It would be hard to trust anyone in this situation. At least you heard her coming. 👠 Suspenseful ending.

  5. Very intense. But then our fears sometimes manifest themselves in strange ways. It makes a good flash story–just enough, not too much. (K

  6. That was quite a dream Ingrid and I’m shaking in my boots wondering what’s next with those stilleto’s and the deeper meaning of this poem. any guesses? 🤣

  7. cool. that could be a fun series – you write one, then the next person bounces off that. a daisy chain, as it were, of flash until your next dream closes the loop – or someone else’s does. (though, i am not volunteering. I never remember my dreams.) ~

    1. Oh what a shame I did hope you were going to volunteer! Last night I dreamt I was on a plane and it started filling with water. I’m a nervous flyer!

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