Friday Fictioneers: Precious

Precious (Fiction; 100 words) The boy bounced and strained against the belt. “Settle down, Precious. You mustn’t appear overactive.” His guardian, a middle-aged woman with deep wrinkles and a permanent odor of smoke, checked her watch again. “They could decide they don’t want you and then what? All that wasted time and effort.” He grimaced…

Friday Fictioneers: The Girl There

You see the girl there, through the window, though the frost obscures your view. Night after night she stares; she waits. You watch the girl there, through the window. No smile, no light in her eyes. The spark within her snuffed out early. Perhaps a smolder remains. You see the girl there, through the window,…