Wednesday Briefs: In Pieces #85 (20.3)

Here is a list of all the authors flashing this week, along with a brief snippet from their latest free work. Click the link after the snippet to be taken to the complete story on the author’s home page.

Here Kitty Kitty: Chapter 26.1, by Carol Pedroso

Tristan kept his senses open but there was no one to be seen. It seemed the prisoner had been telling the truth about how stupid Cheryl’s hired scum were. Once a section was checked they didn’t leave any guards, and no one bothered to recheck.

They turned into a hallway and Kitryn let out a snarl when a man appeared out of nowhere. He then let out a grunt when Tristan barrelled into his side knocking him out of the path of a mage ball just in time.

“Father.” Tristan’s anguished yell echoed through the hallway.

Kersin Nirthfell sneered.

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Adrift: Chapter 72 by J. Alan Veerkamp

Hours later, the lights returned to full brightness, bathing the cell in artificial light. Still pressed into Roku’s warmth, Arad woke from his troubled sleep, shielding his eyes from the glare. The tiger continued to stand guard, his sharp gaze fixated on the door. Something passed in front of the window, the lock chimed, and the door hissed open.

Pakko edged in, a tray in each hand, a careful eye on Arad and Roku. He set the trays on the bed opposite, and stepped back keeping his distance.

Arad climbed out of bed, reading Pakko’s tension. Roku didn’t move. The trays were loaded with food, one carrying DemiShou sized portions.

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Aaryn sat straight up in bed, suddenly wide awake and listening intently to the silence. Something had woken him but he had no idea what. Then, he heard the three knocks on the end of the house.

Ever since he was a kid, he had known what that sound meant. Someone close to the family had died. He hadn’t heard that knock in almost three decades so he tried to rationalize that it was an animal or one of the neighborhood kids trying to scare someone.

He looked at his phone and made a note of the time — 2:19am.

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In Pieces #85 (20.3) by Julie Lynn Hayes

The weather turned out to be every bit as gorgeous as promised. Their first stop once they reached Forest Park was indeed the Art Museum where they headed straight to the Impressionist rooms. Ryan remembered Dad had brought the two boys there when they were maybe twelve and nine respectively, and they’d spent a great deal of time sitting in front of Monet’s huge Water Lilies, admiring its beautyLiza hadn’t accompanied them, but that was hardly surprising since she seldom went anywhere with them after about the first year of their marriage. Once they’d paid sufficient homage to Monet, Degas, Matisse and the others, they visited the modern art, and a few of the other sections, as well. But they couldn’t linger too long in any one place and didn’t have time for them all, regretfully.

“We’ll be back,” Ryan promised Ben. “We can take more time then.” He squeezed Ben’s hand as he looked into his eyes, wanting to reassure him.

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