Wednesday, April 5, 2017

"Mirror, Mirror"

Sometimes, I write bits of very short fiction (referred to a Flash Fiction). This is one such tale:

"Mirror, Mirror"
Abby sings “Hakuna Matata.” Something darts from the underbrush. Should I swerve? I hold my breath. Indecision thrusts the vehicle forward.  On its haunches, it turns to me. The steering wheel wiggles against a small bump. “Thudathump” echoes from beneath. In the rearview, the small, furry grey squirrel lays in the road – tail raised stiffly in surrender. 
“Did you kill him, Daddy?” Abby asks from the rear as our eyes meet in the mirror.

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