This week’s flash fiction challenge on terrible minds was to write a story with the theme of either:
1. Doing a good thing sometimes means being evil
2. The road to Hell is paved with good intentions
I chose #1, combining it with an idea for a much longer story I have had in my mind. This is in a way, a prologue to that other story.
Hope you enjoy it.
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The Coral Castle
By Scott Mollon
The Coral Castle stood tall at the center of the atoll. Built from giant blocks of coral harvested from the great Dead Reef then dried and bleached until a brilliant white, and then finally stacked high on top of each other. A great hall ten stories tall and seven towers rising around it. Unlike it’s inland sisters, the castle did not have the luxury of sprawling across many acres. The atoll afforded little room even at its widest point at the middle of its sandy crescent, so architects were forced to build upwards, towards the sky. On sunny days, light reflecting off the castle could be seen from miles away, a lighthouse shining through the daylight.
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This week’s challenge was to use one of ten titles suggested by flash fiction participants and chosen by Chuck.
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Sincerely, Your Mortician
Title by AN
Story by Scott Mollon
He was there at the moment Daniel was born. Before the nurses finished clamping closed his umbilical cord and washing his mother’s fluids from his body, even before the boy’s mother, He was the first to lay his bone dry hands on Daniel. The first to bury his nose in the soft brown hair atop Daniel’s head and take a slow deep breathe in.
At age three, He hung over Daniel in a dead man float, as Daniel’s body betrayed him and sucked in lungfuls of chlorinated water at the bottom of his aunt’s backyard pool. He lay on his stomach in the puddles, chin resting on his crossed forearms, as the EMT breathed the water out of Daniel and the air back in.
Two summer’s later, Daniel surprised Him by taking his hand.
Let’s play ninjas, Daniel said.
It had rattled Him. He was sure this sort of thing was not supposed to happen. Daniel should not have been able to see Him. But it was also the greatest year and half He ever had.
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