And welcome back to Romance Weekly. I missed out last week, but I'm back to tackle the FLASH FICTION challenge set by the evil Susan Peterson Wiznewski. Actually, she's rather lovely and not evil at all, I just suck at this.
The challenge she set us was to produce a piece of flash fiction between 100 and 150 words using the words candle, chocolate and scarf.
If you've read Brenda Margriet's flash fiction, I'm begging you not to judge me too harshly.
The lambent candle flame reflected in the mirror, pushing back the humid dark. Victoria swiped damp, shaking palms against her thighs. She adjusted her offering, chocolate to the middle, candle left.
Now or never.
She tied the scarf around her eyes and screwed them shut. The words etched in her mind vanished beneath the wave of doubts. What if he wasn't there? What if the entire thing was her imagination? Worst of all, what if she had lost her mind?
He came to her at night, his image growing stronger with her conviction. Her man in the mirror. Calling to her, waiting for her on just the other side. Help me. Join me.
Yes. Conviction. Certainty.
“Accept these gifts and hear my prayer. Deliver me there.” Her husk-dry whisper.
Nothing. Time passed, measured in loud heartbeats. Victoria raised the scarf.
Candle to the right.