Last Hope (for Hope Hill) #FridayFlash

a flash story by David G Shrock (Listen at AudioBoo)

Standing between wagon ruts, Draco Torre considers the sign announcing Hope Hill. Stars meet prairie, flat horizons. Hope without a hill.

Following ruts, Torre scans dark buildings. Nothing stirs. Blasted heat carries the stench of death.

At the far end of Hope Hill, light flows from an open doorway, down three steps splashing the road. The church casts a sullen look. Catcalls of rapists, howls of murderers pour from the doorway. A scream shatters the night.

Not even the hottest summer on record matches the blazing eyes of Draco Torre.
Throwing open duster, Torre grasps guns. Last hope for Hope Hill.

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This is a flash version of the opening to my second novel. Different, but captures the essence.

101 words. A flash contest at not from here, are you? challenges followers to write a story of 101 words containing two key words, summer and heat. I haven’t entered, but I wanted to see what I could do within the constraints. I may give it another try, but writing a complete flash story is hard enough. Check out “Dog Days Summer Flash Contest” hosted by Michael J. Solender at The NOT.