Welcome to Story Starters
These are flash fiction stories. My word count goal is no more than 400 words for each story. I’ll show you the story and a graphic. If you read a story you like, let me know and I can expand it for a future blog post.
This week’s story:
“No Longer Lost (Part 2)”
“I don’t understand,” I admit.
Belle rolls her eyes. “Help me, Aidan.”
“Listen Wendy, it’s simple. What did you think you were delivering each night?”
“For the umpteenth time, I’m telling you I don’t know. I simply followed directions.”
We’d been at it for over an hour. Belle kept drilling me for answers while Aidan chimed in where appropriate. The other boys never saying a word.
“How can you be so stupid just for money?” Belle says.
I’d had enough of the snippy female. “I don’t need any of this. Either tell me what I need to know or I’ll tell Stark where to find you.”
Aidan pushes his brown hair out of his bright blue eyes. He grasps my elbow and pull me out of the barn and back into the cold night air. “It’s not a good idea to push Belle. She has a mean streak.”
“She hasn’t met mine yet,” I snarl.
“Let’s forgo the introduction.”
I fold my arms over my chest. “Fine. What do I need to know?”
“First, you need to stop with this delivery service. It doesn’t matter what money was promised to you. In the end, you won’t get paid. At least not in money.”
Aidan checks over his shoulder and pulls me further away from the barn. “Do you believe in vampires?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope.” Aidan pops the p. “What you’re doing borders on harvesting food for a creature of the night.”
I shake my head. No way on earth am I going to believe this guy. “You’re crazy and I’m out of here.”
Aidan blocks my path before I get too far. “You need proof?”
“Honestly? That would help.” Maybe the oxygen was a little thin in the back. Everyone knows vampires don’t exist. Next thing you know Aidan will tell me about people who fly.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Belle barks walking toward us.
“I’m going to take Wendy to get a little proof. She doesn’t believe.”
Belle puts her hands on her slim hips. “So, taking her to possibly get bitten is a good idea?”
“Hey, babe, got a better suggestion?”
“I’m still here, you two!” My eyes dart from Belle to Aidan. Enough. I don’t need either one of them. I stalk back toward the truck.
Suddenly a haunting melody hits my ears. Up ahead, near the truck, stands a tall, imposing figure.