Alison Tae (United States) published:
PROMPT: Flash Fiction Competition 2020
I slump to the ground as my body racks with sobs.
A death certificate slips out of my hand and floats to the dirt floor of a run-down shack.
It’s where my parents lived after they left me.
My quest was useless. I feel lost. Surely, my mother died, too.
The cabin echoes of one word: orphan.
Suddenly, I hear the matted thump of footsteps. I hush, wait a few seconds, stealthily glancing to the side. I see a woman...
6 months ago