Flash Fiction: Shattered

Mysterious pile of glass on the kitchen floor.

Ray stares for a moment, then holds up the largest shard. 

A scarlet stain, blood, catches the light.

He sweeps up the glass as he should. 

The next morning, a second pile of shards,

this one at the edge of the hall,

closer to his room.

He holds the largest shard up to the light once more,

same shard,

same blood.

He sweeps once more, this time with a sick, heavy sensation in his stomach.

Something is wrong. 

The next pile of glass appears right outside his bedroom door,


and he cuts himself. 

Same shards.

Same shining red. 

That night, he forces himself to stay awake, because he knows if he sleeps,

when he wakes, he’ll find the glass in bed with him.

Minutes pass,

hours spent in silence and fear

of who or what brings shards and blood into his home. 

But somehow, eventually, he drifts off.

A flare of pain from his forearm jolts him awake.

He stands next to his bed, pulling shards from beneath his skin,

for the pile that waits on the sheets.

Like short fiction? How about a whole dang book of it? My newest release is available in both print and ebook forms on the Amazon. Link down yonder.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s