It’s Flash Fiction Friday Again! My head is spinning from the rush of the week. Too fast. Too fast.
This is the next to the last installment of The Shelter flash fiction serial. Enjoy:
John searched for the new voice, but found no one else. It was still him and the man in the suit.
The man growled. His face twisted with red and purple. His eyes bulged and his fists clenched. He would have found the site funny, if fear had not stolen all breath and control.
“NO!” The man roared. “He is mine!”
He rushed at John and leapt into the air. His right hand reached for John with bloody claws. A wind rushed in the canyon, and the man was gone. Not thrown from the canyon by the wind, but gone.
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