Response to a challenge by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers..Week 04-08-2015
This will be a continuing mini series:
Chapter 1 Pact….Permalink:
Chapter 2 Kidnapped….Permalink:
Chapter 3 Clown House….Permalink:
Thank you Dawn M. Miller for providing the prompt photo.
Garnet and Damon stood by the mailboxes staring at the house. The moment Garnet glanced over at Damon, he knew for certain that they had found the right house.
Damon’s face was wet from his tears as he looked at the two small wind chimes hanging from the porch. He was vividly reliving his kidnap that took place eight years ago.
He was abruptly awakened when a large hand clamped over his mouth and nose. He struggled for breath and his heart was fiercely pounding as he was taken from the room. He was rapidly kicking his feet, but became restrained even more tightly. He heard the faint sound of his favorite wind chimes for the last time.
That was the night his childhood was carelessly tossed aside and replaced by a very rigorous life in the militia.
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