Continued from last week’s story…
“Sharise,” Sasha whispered as she looked out the dusty window. It was morning and their horses, Mary and Joseph, were nibbling at the grass. It’s all she could look at, ever since her mother ambushed her in the park, brought her back to this shed and tied her to this chair. “Sharise,” she whispered again. Sharise let out a low moan behind her.
They were tied back-to-back to each other on two wooden chairs. Patience running low, Sasha banged her head against Sharise’s. “Ow!”
“Finally,” Sasha grumbled.
“Sasha?” Sharise whined groggily. “What happened?”
“You tell me, what do you remember?”
Sharise groaned, “Not much. How did you get here?”
“Mother ambushed me.” Sharise jumped, “What?”
“Grandmother,” she sagged, “Grandmother, I was with her when it happened.”
“When what happened?” Sharise began to sob, “What?” Sasha asked, slightly irritated.
“She’s dead. Mother killed her.”
In that instant, Sasha suddenly felt as if a part of her was missing. She looked out at Mary and Joseph. “Do you know what mother is planning?”
“Unfortunately, I do.” Sharise answered solemnly.
To be Continued…
I am participating in Priceless Joy’s flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.
In case you’ve missed the previous parts of this serial tale, you can read it by clicking each of the links below: