The second challenge is underway!
There were a whole lot of options available for this challenge, allowing participants to make it as easy or as hard as they chose. I've decided to go for the easiest as possible so as to give myself the most amount of time to read everybody else's entries.
I used prompt #1 and wrote a quick flash fiction for it. The other portion of the challenge I will pursue is asking for critiques from my followers and other campaigners. I will then edit the flash fic and then post the edited version a week after the challenge closes.
At 203 words...
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Molly and Cyrus leaned against the cement remains of bridge, breathing heavily. Molly winced as pain shot up her leg when she tried to curled her legs closer to her body. She placed her hand over her leg where the pain was originating from and felt a warm wetness. She brought her hand to her face to inspect what she felt and swallowed hard at the sight of blood.
“Dammit, my hair’s all wet.” Cyrus said as he tousled his hair with both hands.
Molly stared at him, “You’re worried about your hair?”
“What?” Cyrus asked, turning to face her.
She held up her hand for Cyrus to see. His reaction was to squint at her in the fading sunlight and then raise an eyebrow before he asked, “What’s on your hand?”
“Where’d it come from?”
“Not from you, obviously.”
“Did it come from... her?” Cyrus asked looking paler than a moment previous.
“I think I’m going to puke.”
Molly’s sigh finished seconds before a high pitched howl erupted from the quiet dusk. She and Cyrus froze, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end instantly.
“I don’t think you have time to be sick.” Molly whispered hoarsely.
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