The setting sun made the ash sparkle as it drifted on the air, much lighter than snow. Time was almost up. Jessie told Bobby to wait on the pavement while she did a quick recon.

Fate was on their side – a room with four walls and a door that locked from the inside – a refuge. They’d live another day.

‘Come up, Bobby.’

She spread their blanket on the cold concrete floor. They lay down. She pulled Bobby close.

‘Mummy, don’t do that. It hurts.’ Jessie’s eyes shot open.

‘Don’t do what, darling?’

‘Scratch my back with your nails.’

‘I’m not.’

FF - 24.01.18 - Abandoned
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook


This piece was written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Addicted to Purple. 

Each week a photo prompt is given and the challenge is write a flash fiction piece of no more than one hundred words.

Find other Friday Fictioneer stories here.

Author: Jennifer Kennedy

Mother, teacher and writer. I love all my jobs but writing holds a special place in my heart. I hope you enjoy reading my short stories as much as I enjoy writing them!

44 thoughts on “Refuge”

  1. YIKES!!!!
    Loved that … deary me … even if my skin was crawling. I need to have a physical reaction to writing (I’ve recently realised) to make me stay with it.
    Well done again. xx

  2. You paint the world Jessie and Bobby inhabit so economically and beautifully. I love the description of the drifting ash. I hope the scratching is just a hedgehog they have disturbed…

  3. Waaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!
    Sounds familiar that… glad you got it in a story 🙂
    That opening is divine! This story leaves so many unanswered questions and is just beautifully written.
    Creepy as…. you give me nightmares 🤣😂

Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: