Flash Fiction: Bones

Please note that this may not necessarily fit this month’s flash fiction writing prompt, but it’s what I came up with. Enjoy.

When Salia’s phone rang and she saw it was his number, she gulped. There was no way he could have this number. There was no way he could be calling her. It was impossible.

She turned the phoneoff and set it on the counter with trembling hands. The memories of the beatings she’d endured flooded back to her. Micah was a violent drunk. How naïveshe was to think she’d be r...