I wrote a bit of flash fiction over on the Flash! Friday blog today. It’s been a while since I’ve done a quick story like this, and I had a great time with it! Go on over to their site to check out the prompt and some more fun, creepy, entertaining stories!
Here’s my entry:
We hated being carried around in that basket. Other babies were held by mothers, fathers, grandmothers, but not us. It was always that damn basket, like we were loaves of bread. They say we can’t possibly remember it, but we do. That sickening swaying, back and forth. And the terrible creaking of the wicker. They say we can’t possibly remember the time they dropped us, but we remember that too. Sliding down the hill, the fear overpowering our tiny bodies. They say we can’t remember, but how else could we know that we were once three instead of two?