I was enjoying the sunshine when he found me.
I paused, one foot extended into the crosswalk. “Who said that?”
“Over here.” It was Shadowman, my nemesis. He was crouching in the azaleas. “What did you do?”
“Huh? I didn’t ‘do’ anything,” I said.
Shadowman raised an eyebrow. “You can drop the innocent facade, Serena. Or should I say… Aurora?”
I gasped. “Who told you? I was so careful.”
“Not important. Tell me how you caused this.” He swept a hand through the air.
“Can you be more specific?”
“The sunshine, Aurora! It’s the middle of the night!”
This story was written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’s weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction event. The challenge is to write a 100-word story using a photo prompt. As always, I welcome comments and constructive feedback and love browsing the other entries as well!