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I don’t write horror or flash fiction. Except, apparently, when I do…

This little story was in response to a 99-word flash fiction challenge from Charli Mills at Carrot Ranch a few years back. Her prompt was “sweet jam”.

Everything Tastes Better With Jam

She hesitated, then entered the alley, her stilettos clicking, hands cradling the large jar. Under a streetlight, dark windows on all sides and dead end ahead, she stopped. Her follower straightened, light glancing off the blade in his hand.

She turned, smiling.

Silent figures gathered behind her attacker, surrounding him. One held out an arm for her sweet jam. “Glad you could make it. How’s your mama?”

She waited politely until the screaming stopped. “She’s good. Sends love.” Over the slurping sounds, she raised her voice. “Sorry I’m late. I had to pick up takeout on the way over.”