Better late than never; here I come with one of the last two Friday Fictioneers stories available for the year.
I’ll get my shit together in 2015. Theoretically.
A Moment
image copyright Douglas MacIlroy
“Do you think it hurt?”
My little sister was fascinated by a spiderweb that held the remains of a beetle, and sat poking at it with the tip of a twig. I paused a moment before answering.
“Did what hurt?”
“When it died.”
I looked at the web. “For a moment, maybe. Then it was over.”
“And it stopped hurting?”
All I could do was nod. She smiled at me.
“Okay.”
I held out my hand for her, and her fingers curled around mine. The light was bright and warm.
In the distance, I could hear sirens getting closer.
An Unperfect Life 
An enormous sense of dread generated here. I love an ambiguous story.
the stories that leave something unsaid are always interesting
Dear Jessica,
I get the feeling something has happened to cause the little sister great pain. I’m left wondering.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Dear Jessica,
And I love an ambiguous comment. What is happening here? Or are they talking near a firehouse? I do like the sense of foreboding and there is something very nice about the atmosphere your words have created, but something is missing. I wish I knew what it was.
Aloha,
Doug
The dialogue and story telling are fantastic and really pulled me in. The ending left me confused… I thought they must be thinking of someone they loved, but then it seems more sinister when they here the sirens. Love the story, a bit flummoxed by the ending.
I like this but zI would like to know what is is about.