Microfiction: The first stone IV

Last episode inspired by Charli Mills’ prompt.


Despite the distance, she knew the child had seen her. Shame gripped her guts and turned them to water.

No, she whispered silently, but there was no one to hear but herself and the oak sapling. She tried to tell herself it wasn’t Billy. Billy was away at school. But she could no more lie to herself than to the sapling. People swarmed then dispersed, leaving the child alone, staring.


She lunged into the roiling, boiling, boulder-bouncing chaos. Her foot slipped. Her hands, clawed fingers, lost their grip on the bark. She fell, rolled, head ricocheted once, twice…darkness.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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