Author's Note: Flash fiction is fiction usually 100 words or less. I'm constantly getting ideas for stories, but they're always in snippets and even if I manage to get a story going, I can never see it through. So, as an alternative, I've decided to post my snippets. Nothing is concrete for any of these snippets - take them as you will. I'd love to hear what you think of them though...what you think happened before or after the snippet. If they inspire you to write your own, please let me know - I'd love to read your work!
Some of these stories will take place in the movie-verse and others will take place in the play-verse. Some are undefined.
She took a deep breath and looked over the rooftops of Brooklyn from her spot on the warehouse roof.
Spot was gone and that was all there is to it. There was a lot of talk on the street about where he'd gone and why. Some said he went out west with Jack and Sarah. Others say he'd hopped a train to Boston to get away from the Jackson Hollow boys. Still others said he was dead.
But Callie knew the truth. She'd suspected it for a long time but hadn't known for sure until Race had met her that morning on the bridge.
"She's gone," Race had said, chewing on the stub of his cigar.
"So is he," said Callie.
"Any note?"
Callie shook her head. "He just left this on his pillow." She held up a key on a long strip of worn leather.
Race's eyes widened. "You know what that means, don't you?"
Callie rolled her eyes. Of course she knew. Everyone knew that whoever held the key was in charge.