Angel in the Dew deserves another look.

Angel in the Dew deserves another look. I had posted Angel in the Dew a couple of years ago, and I have always intended to edit and repost it.

Importantly, this story, Angel in the Dew, is flash fiction. Word count defines flash fiction with a limit of 1000 words. But flash fiction keeps the elements of a complete story, i.e., plot development and character growth.

For proof, I will post a snippet here of the increase in action building to the climax, and I hope my dear readers will see that Angel in the Dew deserves another look. In this snippet, Connie recalls confronting George about her teeth.

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He grabbed her thin shoulders and turned her to face him. “You’re going crazy, old woman. You wander around the house, spitting. They need to lock you up.” That had set her eyes aflame. She set her jaw firm and tilted her head up to him. “I asked you a long time ago to let me go to the dentist!”

That happened last night. Angel stared at the man’s back, standing out there in the early morning. She had a valid argument; she knew that. Those teeth hurt her mouth.

“I can’t stand the way he treats me! He has enough money!” Angel hitched, trying hard not to cry.

Connie said. “Hssssssss on him!”

“Huh?”

“Never mind. I must go, Angel. You be careful, sweetie. He’s about to pop. Madge and I will wait for your call. Bye.”

She eased the phone in the cradle on the wall and paused, frowning. The delicate pale skin under her arm hung loose. What was she on about with that hssssss?

“Help me! I’m snake bit!” he yelled from the garden.

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In short, Angel in the Dew deserves another look, and if you read it (takes 5 minutes), I’m sure you’ll agree.