I’ll be posting flash fiction from my participation the past few months in Siobhan Muir’s weekly #ThursThreads challenge. You really should check out the contest, whether you are a reader or writer. It’s a fun exercise that attracts some great talent and great stories.
Here is my entry:
Jared inched his way alongside the wall of the house, guiding himself in the dark with his palms over the rough brick. He cursed as a section of jagged mortar sliced his finger.
“You okay?” Pete whispered.
“Yeah,” he replied, then sucked on his finger quickly. His eyes strayed to the window a few feet from them.
He turned to give instructions to Pete, but instead collided with the man’s hard forehead.
“Fuck, Pete! I need some space!” Jared hissed and rubbed his head.
Pete moved back a breath. “Sorry, I’m…I’m just nervous.”
“I know. That’s why I shouldn’t have brought you along.”
“But Jay,” Pete put a hand on Jared’s arm. “I want to learn.”
Jared sighed and shook his head. He knew Pete wasn’t made for this business, but he took him along anyway. Because, dammit, the guy was hot. And he didn’t think the man could possibly screw up a simple robbery. “Why don’t you pry open that window and I’ll keep watch?”
Pete swallowed and did as he was told, sliding his crowbar under the sill.
Jared turned and looked out into the darkness of the night.
A loud pop sounded and Jared turned back to see glass falling towards them in large, menacing shards. It crashed down around them as lights turned on from inside the home.