T is for Telepathy

TDense woodland surrounded the Matthews’s property, a black void cradling the restored and extended log cabin. Obliteration loomed, menacing against cheerful glare from a dozen windows.

Baker’s dozen. This place is huge.

Thrumming base found her feet and reverberated to her temples. April swallowed hard. Parents were obviously not in attendance, probably having skipped town for their own spring break celebration. Her mother’s opinion of the situation hovered like early June bugs: “Boys need a firm hand, but Vanessa Matthews lets her sons run amok.”

April wound her braid, shifted from foot to foot. Would she find Zach waiting for her, if she just knocked on the front door? Would whoever answered gawk at her, horrified that a high school sophomore dared sully their party? She looked down. The pretty sandals were stupid—bubble blisters were already filling with puss.

“Well, as long as I’ve already injured myself walking here…”

She squared her shoulders and trudged to the front door. One toe testing the first step, a loud cackle inside shattered her nerves and she changed course. She prowled towards the backyard, peeking in widows, filled with shame.

Until she saw the waxing gibbous moon.

She conquered the platform deck in two strides, gripped the wooden rail and gazed. “So full and beautiful tonight.”

“Not quite full.”

April whirled towards the voice, fists raised.

Zach held his palms high in supplication. “I meant the moon.”

“Oh…yeah. Nearly, though,” she managed, knuckles dissolving into twisted fingers.

“In three days it will be a blood moon,” he chuckled.

“You know about that?” No one she had told gave a damn about four consecutive total lunar eclipses, except to misquote the bible and prophesy the end of the world.

“The end times,” they laughed together.

Eyes found each other in new recognition.


This flash fiction is a part of the Blogging From A to Z (April 2015) Challenge. A new installment arrives every day in April, following the alphabet; check the calendar below to see which letters post on which days. Read more about this blogfest HERE.



Sarah is the author of the new Young Adult novel, The Tramp, which is the first book in her epic saga, Bound. She is also currently working on a related novella entitled, Wicked Lover, which will be released in serial format on Amazon every two months. View the trailer for The Tramp, and listen to its original soundtrack! Find more info and links at www.sarahwathen.com. An artist turned author, Sarah's literary work incorporates art judicially, both in plotlines and in supporting social media. A reader can view characters' art and posters for fictitious events in Shirley County, listen to samples of character's favorite music and music that inspired the writing process, and even purchase a charm given to the heroine of The Tramp. LayerCake Productions is Sarah Wathen's independent publishing company, responsible for producing all video, audio and imagery for the Bound saga. Visit www.layercakeproductions.com for more info.

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