Flash Fiction: The Creation

I pat down the last of the grave soil, and light seven candles with dirty hands. The figure is more mound than man: a failed Adam.

Its crude arm reaches.

I give it the effigy of my child’s murderer, whose wealth keeps him free.


Task given, it lurches.




Copyright © 2018 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

Discover more of my Aethereal Musings.

2 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: The Creation

Add yours

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 )

Twitter picture

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

Facebook photo

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

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: