Flash fiction: Escape

For dverse, a 144 word flash fiction including the line ‘When far away, an interrupted cry’.


I have a good head start but they are crafty, sneaky, and they never tire. They’re onto me; I have to get out. It has to be after dark despite the curfew, because nobody just walks out of the city. I’m risking a bullet, but I have a plan.

Nights are always dark now, in these sad times, and the days are not much lighter. The air is full of smoke and fumes and dust from the buildings that fall down periodically from neglect. I know a house by the perimeter wall, abandoned and boarded up. Another unsafe dwelling. And the cellar door opens onto the outside.

The city is behind me now. I listen for my pursuers, when far away, an interrupted cry, mercifully short, tells me the trap has sprung. They might be crafty and sneaky, but I am the fox.


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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.

52 thoughts on “Flash fiction: Escape”

  1. I love the sinister tone in this… the post apocalypse is so very effective, and these days I’m starting to feel it might soon not be fiction.

    As usual there should be a hopeful end, maybe the narrator will build up a new society phoenix from the ashes.

  2. I was dying to find out who the crafty, sneaky, tireless ‘they’ were, and why they were pursuing the narrator. I love the way you set the scene in the second paragraph, those abandoned buildings that collapsed periodically from neglect. The narrator was crafty in setting his trap!

  3. oh, that cellar door was a surprise! has an Apocalyptic feeling as others have said above. Enjoyed

  4. This is mysterious as serves as a excerpt with the reader wanting to know more

    Happy Mobday


  5. That is an amazing twist at the end! I so thought you were going with future dystopia, in which our heroine attempts to escape a repressive police state. Right up unti that last sentence! Bravo!

    1. I wasn’t sure about the character until the end either. We always assume that the one on the run is the victim, human, and right. It isn’t always the case 🙂 Glad you liked it.

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