Another episode of my Flash Fiction - Sunrise and another point for the Ruby-Slippered Sisterhood #amwriting #flashfiction

I'm multitasking. I've decided to start the rewrite of my flash fiction - Sunrise and get it ready for publication under the Romantic Flashes series. Sunrise will probably be a 2 book series – novella in length.

Also, I'm participating the Ruby Slippered Sisterhood which in Jan and Feb holds a writing challenge to score 50 points. You set up how you will collect your points and then try to meet your challenge.

example - 1 point for attending yoga class (because an author has to stay healthy)

1 points for writing a chapter (2 points if it's over 5,000 - lol)
1 point for editing a chapter and putting it on blog 

What is a flash fiction? I belonged to a group that posted weekly prompts that were to inspire us. I added the personal challenge of using as many as I could in my weekly chapters. Some weren't suitable as this is a sweet romance story and some of the pictures or written prompts were on the "hot" side. 

Links to the other chapters


Link to Chapter 1
Link to Chapter 2
Link to Chapter 3
Link to Chapter 4

Link to Chapter 5



Chapter 6
Anger and sadness filled J’dol as he vaulted off Sian’s deck and raced towards the protection of the forest. Once inside, he slowed, glancing over his shoulder to see if he was being followed. He was alone. Not a soul insight.His shoulder smacked against a tree's rough bark. J'dol winced and grabbed his arm. He needed to find a place to hide and to dig the wood out his flesh before sickness set in.He peered back towards the cabin. Sian. How could she honour them? He clenched and released his fists. The Miz-hapen. The life-sucking leeches who killed his family and destroyed his village. J’dol rubbed his face. Sian seemed so innocent and sweet. And beautiful.He stepped between an opening in the trees which led to a dock with a small structure attached to it. Crossing the dock, he jumped into the water, dove under the edge of the structure and surfaced inside. He tossed his sword and pack onto the walkway. Water streamed off him as he climbed onto the walkway. He swiped his hand over his face. Raising an eyebrow, he shook his head. These people must also revere the Miz-hapen. Only very rich people would waste precious resources to build a house for their boat. He glanced around the spacious interior, imagining the look of delight on his sister, Odine’s, face. If she had a home this large, she would be the happiest woman ever. A stab of pain hit his heart. If she were alive.He bent down to pick up his sword, but the injury to his back made him stop and hiss. He gritted his teeth, bent lower and grabbed it. The sword was his safety. He must never be without it. Odine’s embroidered peacock on the back of his pack snagged his attention. Imagesof her, Tu-a and Ra-no flashed through his mind. The only family he had left and now they were gone.The protection of the symbol of the peacock had spared him his life. A life that he vowed to use to discover what happened to him and then wreak havoc and revenge on the Miz-hapen. He surveyed the interior of the house for the boat. No place to safely hide. He had to keep running. Determination fueled his exit as he slipped out of the boat house and into the forest.Once in the protection of the trees, he followed the scent of seasoned roasting meat. It had enticed his senses and empty stomach since he fled Sian’s. Peering between two bushes, he watched a man flip over several large pieces of meat on a tall, shiny kind of campfire. A female’s voice sounded from the house. The man yelled over his shoulder, “Coming, honey.” He closed the lid and entered the house. J’dol scurried out of the trees and stumbled. His right leg refusing to hold his weight. Hopping on one and dragging his hurt leg, he worked his way over to the above-the-ground-campfire machine and lifted the lid. The mouth-watering aroma hit him harder than a death bomb. His stomach rumbled in protest at being empty and in delight at an expected meal. J’dol reached in to grab the meat, but the temperature was too hot. He stepped back, drew his sword, pierced his meal, closed the lid and limped back into the forest.Finding a safe place, near the water, but still hidden by bushes, J’dol didn’t wait for his meal to cool. He placed it on the back of his backpack, pulled out a knife and sliced off a chunk. He raised his knife, licked his lips and opened his mouth.“Stop!”J’dol paused. His stomach rumbled in protest.The sound of a runner's heavy labored breathing drew his attention. He popped the meat into his mouth and chewed as he pushed a branch aside to peer out at the beach. A man raced up the beach towards him, running as if death were on his heels.“Stop!”Behind him, J’dol watched two men, like the uniformed ones who had visited Sian’s home, chasing and yelling at the runner. He slipped back behind the bush and cut off another chunk of meat. Using his teeth, he pulled it off the tip of his blade.Bushes rustled nearby. J’dol stopped chewing and breathing. His ears alert.“Gotcha.”A uniformed man dove out of the bushes and tackled the running man. They wrestled, but soon the uniformed man pinned the other onto the sand. He knelt with his knee in the man’s back. His two partners raced up beside him and stopped. They drew in large gulps of air.“Good job, Mathews.” He poked the prisoner with the toe of his boot. “Trying to break into empty cottages, eh? Never heard of alarm systems? Cuff’em and let’s get out of here. It’s too hot to be chasing anyone down.”The kneeling man pulled out round, shiny bracelets and clasped them around his prisoner’s wrists then he dragged him to his feet. With a small push on the shoulder, he urged the man forward. One of the other uniformed men stood and glanced about. “Wait!” He pointed to the forest. “There’s another one.”









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