Friday Fictioneers: Precious

Precious (Fiction; 100 words) The boy bounced and strained against the belt. โ€œSettle down, Precious. You mustnโ€™t appear overactive.โ€ His guardian, a middle-aged woman with deep wrinkles and a permanent odor of smoke, checked her watch again. โ€œThey could decide they donโ€™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,…