The Girl – A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

The spunk in her eyes surprised me.
I thought the torture he had put her through would have already taken all of her will, broken her and made her a heap of injured flesh, but instead she looked at me as if she was about to take me on, with the determination to win.
I suppressed my smile, and the flicker of pride, to look professional, after all, our cover could not be blown.
How otherwise would I be able to save her from the monster, in whom’s hands she had fallen?
I reached out toward her, half expecting a move back, but also ready for her to attack, while I whispered, “Let me get you out of this hell.”

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

This post was inspired by this week’s Five Sentence Flash Fiction writing prompt “Spunk”, by Lillie McFerrin. Find out what others wrote this week here

The Crime Scene Cleaner – A Flash Fiction

It was not that Mr. Annar had forgotten to close his blinds as everyone had suspected, it was that he had dismantled the installation, making it impossible for anyone to block his view of the entire parking lot.
The central bay window was perfectly spaced, allowing him to take advantage of the lucky occurance of being the renter of P-91.
The friendly, lady with the three cats next door on the other hand was not so lucky.
Living next to someone shaken by paranoia, her gentle smile, directed toward him, cost her her life.
Watching both bodies leave in bags, Ben nodded at the detectives and officers, watching them leave one by one, until he was finally alone.
Sighing, he raised his head toward the ceiling at the bloody mess above, already regretting,that he gave his new employee the day off. Cleaning up here alone, would surely take all night.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

Broken – A Dark Flash Fiction

“You are asking me to give up my what?”
“Everything and anything that is associated with the world of the devil. Headphones, I pods, you know, all of the things you have accumulated, and that has led us to the despair so far.”
“You seriously are trying to get me to believe that the reason you and Dad had problems, is because of modern technology. I can’t believe you bought into this shit!”
“Daniella, watch your language!” The woman in a long black skirt drew a deep breath. “No one expects you to move from the world of the devil to the world of salvation without doubts. That is a part of the growth one has to experience. Father Thomas..”

“Father Thomas? That dude wants your money, the money you and Dad made in this world you call ‘of the devil’. How in the hell did you get so brainwashed? I was only gone for three months!”

She smiled at her daughter .”We always have been seeking salvation, and he has given us the answers.”

“Oh, bullshit! I am going back to LA, I only got a week until classes start again.”
“You are not leaving!” There was panic in the older woman’s voice.

“Oh, yeah?Watch me.  I am leaving. I am 19, Mom. Luckily Grandpa’s trust pays for my expenses. He was smart enough to leave me his fortune, now I know why.”

She paused, as the realization of her mother’s reasoning became clear. “He talked you into bringing me here, didn’t he? He thought you could force me to join his flock, give him access to my trust fund. You seriously thought I would do that? That is my future Mom, my way through medical school. Grandpa worked his rear end off to make sure, I could do anything I wanted, while you had your head in the clouds with all that religious nonsense, moving from one guru to the next.”

“Father Thomas is different.”
“Yeah, he is trying to milk you completely dry. I can’t believe Dad does not have the balls to stand up to you!”
“Seriously young lady…”
“Call me when you left this cult, you know where to find me.”

Danielle turned swiftly, rushing toward her hybrid,stumbling over the protruding roots to get away from this madness, but also to not allow her mother to see the tears that she could no longer hold back from streaming down her face.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

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