ENTRY: Flash Fiction July 16-27

Uninvited
By Sara Davison

A little face pressed against the frost-painted glass. The woman marched to the door and flung it open.

“There now, go on.”

Piercing blue eyes bore into hers, entering without invitation. The woman clutched her chest and slammed the door, collapsing against the back of it.

She rubbed a trembling hand across her forehead. “She better not have touched anything in there.”

Things That Make Me Angry. Things That Make Me Sad. Things That Hurt Me.

The containers were a bit skewed but the lids all appeared to be fastened.

The woman let out her breath in relief.


Submitted by
Sara Davison