One of my favorite writing games is something I call three words. I post three words and encourage you to write a flash fiction piece containing those three words. If you would like to challenge me – post three words for me and next week I will post a piece of flash fiction using your words. Enjoy!
Off in the distance I could hear the faint sound of carolers. The constant wavering hum of their voices reaching down from the high streets down into slums below. White bits of snow drifted down from the dark sky. All around me black buildings were streaked with white.
A breeze passed down the narrow street and my candle flickered. I moved my hand to protect the small flame. Finally I reached the door to my home. I pushed the door open slowly so that it would not creak and wake the little ones.
When I slipped into the bed my husband stirred.
"You're home late," he said, his voice gruff with sleep.
"The misses wanted everything sparkling for the morning. Miss Margory made us all stay late for extra cleaning," I replied while a snuggled up to his warmth.
"Miss Margory promised. But I doubt we will ever see a penny extra," I said, trying to hide the bitterness in my tone. My husband wrapped his arms around me to comfort me.
"Sleep now. I will take care of the young ones in the morning."
Then just as I was drifting off to sleep, he whispered in my ear, "Marry Christmas."