Chuck Wendig challenged his readers this week with a one hundred word flash fiction contest. Well shoot. I just happen to have a few of those from the Shark’s very own one hundred word contests. How convenient. And besides, Chuck threw down a double dog dare, and that means I have to do it, right?
Some of you might remember this one:
The blush of dawn came. Summer stretched before them, along with the thought of endless, monotonous hospital treatments. She watched a sandpiper scurry after a crab, one hand over her chest where evil grew, virus like, insidious.
She said, “Promise?”
He nodded, “Promise.”
Helpless, he watched her grow weaker, until one day, she said, “Today.”
He carried her to the beach, waded in and lowered her down. She struggled, only a little, but he could see her smiling through his tears.
Later his cell rang, interrupting his anguish.
He answered and her doctor said, “I’ve made a horrible mistake.”