Vickie Johnstone is the readers’ choice in this week’s Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge.
The winning entry is rewarded with a special feature here today and a place in our collection of winners which will be published as an e-book at year end.
Without further ado, here’s the winning entry:
by Vickie Johnstone
With a sense of foreboding, Davis headed inside. Silver light trickled as rain all around him, illuminating the cavern in uncanny detail. As he watched, the ceiling and walls shifted until they were but specks in the distance, leaving an endless space. Had he made the biggest mistake of his life?
He gulped. Golden rays bounced off the rocky ground and a low hum filled the air, consuming all other sound, and like a song, it rose.
“Why have you come?”
Davis gazed upon the maiden, clad in nothing but her glittering, golden skin. It shone as brightly as her smile. “Did you get lost?” she asked sweetly.
He hesitated. “I s-seek r-refuge.”
Like a rush of ocean waves, the maiden’s laughter filled the cavern. “You cannot hide from life. You know it will only follow.”
“I am old and fear Farmer Jack may send me to the Knacker’s Yard. I’ve heard stories.”
“Davis, you are his dearest horse. You need not fear. I will open the door once and advise you return to the life you have.”
A blanket of pitch fell and the portal blazed open, revealing the green fields of home. Flicking his mane, Davis trotted obediently to the threshold, paused once, and charged forth. Then fear froze his hooves. Up the hill strode three men bearing shotguns. Wide-eyed, Davis detected a gap in the closing portal door and galloped faster than he ever had before, except when he won the 2005 Grand National.