But why is it green?

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Prompt provided by Jade M. Wong

Why is it green?

“Why is it green?”

The merchant pulled on the hanging light. “It changes colour when there is danger.”

“Like a security light?” Mother asked.

He nodded. It’s rude to stare, I know, but he wore a string of pearls around his neck. Mother pulled me away when he placed it in my hands. She took them and threw them into the dusty street. I picked them up again when she wasn’t looking.

While mother looked at pots, I held my nose to the air for the fried dough and grilled meat stalls that were just ahead. I wasn’t allowed any. Mother bought a red rug for the kitchen. She still refused to wear shoes when she cooked, and always complained about the cold floor.

The pearls became like hot coals in my hand. I dropped the string onto the street. We had walked in a circle and was back at the light merchant’s stall. The strange green light we had been looking at was now red.

The merchant stepped out in front of me and placed a slimy hand on my shoulder.


I’ve been away from my blog the entire November while I was doing NaNoWriMo. I finished on day 28 with 95,065 words. The first 50 000 words I can use, but the other 40k will need a lot of attention if I want to do something with the story.

But anyway, I’m happy to be back 🙂

Earth needs you

#writing #prompts:

One of the daily prompts from: www.sarahselecky.com

Instead of using the first line from the last paragraph on the page, I used the first sentence from page 51.

She presses the heels of her hands against her eyes. “Why is there always so much blood?”

The White Rose by Amy Ewing

She presses the heels of her hands against her eyes. “Why is there always so much blood?”

Catherine squeezes Desdemona’s shoulder. “We’re doctors, love. Scientists. It comes with the job.”

“Don’t you dare baby her any further,” Napoleon says, throwing down towels and linen to mop up the blood. “She knew what she signed up for.”

“We never agreed to hurt anyone.” Desdemona pulls the sheet from the alien’s corpse. It’s chest still open, and its heart silent. “We have no right to do this.”

“If it’s for the good of the people,” he says. “Then we have no choice. It’s us or them. If we can find a cure…”

Catherine places herself between them. She looks at what they had done and takes the sheet back from Des to cover its face. “We’re very close to a cure. We only need to find a handful more to make the cure. It won’t be for nothing.”

Napoleon’s eyes are still burning holes into Des. “Without you we’re all doomed.” Their names are being called. There’s already a fresh body in the other room. He holds out a scalpel to her. Catherine turns to Desdemona.

“We need you.”

Desdemona’s hand reaches out. Her fingers brush the metal for a second before she takes it from his hand.

The boyfriend and I might have been watching a lot of X-files lately.  Make of it what you will.