Well, I missed last week but I am back again today with another flash fic on the Twins blog. Hurrah! I am trying to make this a weekly habit, but I’ve given myself permission to skip a week when I need to, as long as I don’t skip two in a row.

Anyway, today’s story came almost literally from nowhere. I’d read this post by Holly Lisle the day before, and when I tried to write a story I’d been kicking around in my head for a while for this week’s post and it didn’t work, I turned to the technique outlined in that article. It’s surprisingly helpful – yesterday I used it to get a complete, pretty, shiny, very, very happyful outline for The Novel. Hurrah!

So anyway, I literally had no clue what this story was about until I wrote it. Possibly that will show; hopefully it might not. Either way, as usual, I warn you that no editing took place. O:) 😀

Here’s the link to the story. Hope you enjoy 🙂


There’s a knife on the table in front of me, and I don’t know why. It makes me think that maybe they’re here to sacrifice me after all, but jeans and a Dr Who t-shirt don’t really make for sacrificial clothes, so I don’t know what’s up with that.
I’ve been stuck in this room for five hours now – thank sanity they let me keep my watch, even though they took away my wallet, my phone, even my earrings and shoes – and I’ve no clue why they even brought me here.
At first I thought it was Tommy again – heaven knows they’ve hauled him in for questioning enough time, what with his ‘extra-curricular activities’. But last time I saw him he assured me he’d given up the dope for good, and I believe him, and anyway if this was just about him they wouldn’t have left me here to sweat for five hours alone with a ceremonial knife.


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