A-Z Flash Fiction 2

Six years ago today, I shared an in-class writing assignment under the banner A-Z Flash Fiction. Though it wasn't my best story, I did appreciate rereading it. Seeing as one post this week has already been inspired by my past work, why not keep up the trend? It's also a decent writing prompt. Let's see if we can make anything worthwhile.


Anywhere but her bedroom seemed like a great place to crash for the night.
Brody had already taken the bathroom floor or else she'd have taken the tub.
Candles lit her path through tired friends and too-comfortable associates.
Did the seance really summon a spirit, she had no clue, only that it called upon more guests than she cared for.

Elliot vanished at the mention of ghosts and still hadn't returned home.
Freezing temperatures and a sudden winter storm were the only thing keeping her from waiting on the porch.
Gross men with hands down their pants and spooning couples served as a reminder to wash dishes first thing in the morning.

Holding down the kitchen where four hooded gentlemen passed out on the table, cards and the Ouija board under them.
Irate not even a stiff chair was available to her, she checked the basement again.
Jenny and her crew of flunkies draped every piece of furniture.
Kennel of dogs, she thought, never welcome in my home again.
Lamenting gets you nowhere, Elliot had always told her.
Miracles happen everyday.

Nearly passing out on the steps, she ventured back to where she belonged.
Opening a can of worms seemed her only option if she wished to have a good night's sleep.
Peaking into her bedroom, she saw the teal outlined figure resting his head on the bed where she left him.
Questioning the legitimacy of her situation still, tiptoeing seemed a logical option.

Rising from playing dead, Elliot greeted her.
She froze in place, prompting him to believe she was mocking him.
Tired of the confusion, he went to embrace her.
Unions of marriage shouldn't stop just because death did them part.
Veils of emotion covered her face.
Weeping, Elliot vowed he'd never leave her side again.
Xenophobia is all too real in the ghost community, he explained.

"You and me for all eternity.
Zion can wait; you're my Serenity."


...I swear I didn't mean to write another sad story. Oh well.
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