Flash Fiction Blogfest

Here are the rules:
1. Entries must begin with the two words: Lightning flashed.
2. Entries must be 300 words or less and be in prose. I'm not versed enough in poetry verse to judge it properly.
3. Entries must be posted on your blog between May 21 - 23.
4. You must sign up in the linky to have your entry be counted.
If you want to join in, the host of the blogfest is located here: Cherie Reich's blog.

Here's my entry; the mind of a thirteen year old boy; from Unsurvive

Lightning flashed across the countryside, bringing to life the unstill night. A pod of creepers move from one house to the next in the distance, I'm assuming, scavenging for whatever living creature roams in their path.

Down on the road a few stragglers shuffle by. They’re grotesque but I can’t help but stare from the second story window.

Nahlani stirs in the large bed, probably searching for me but I can’t sleep. She hasn’t cried out for mom yet but it’ll happen. A day hasn’t gone by without her crying for her.

Alexis’ arms cocoon Kylar in the smaller bed we stole for the room across the hall. Both are snoring.

We haven’t slept in real beds for – how many days now? I can’t remember. The days run together. If mom was still around I’m sure she’d know what day it was.

How could she have left us? I don’t understand. She said she would be right back. She promised.

I told her to take her gun but she wouldn’t. It’s all her fault; leaving me in charge. I’m not even old enough to take care of myself.

At least I kept my promise and left our house if she wasn’t back within twenty-four hours. Unfortunately I lost the piece of paper she gave me with the directions to Nanny and Papa’s house.

Now we're in some stranger’s house.

We finished barring up the windows and doors to keep the passing creepers out. The previous owner started but something bad must have happened.

We think the creeper, Alexis killed in the barn, must have been him.

The horses we took from the barn are sleeping in the living room for now. Horses in the living room – mom would not approve. But then again she’s not here is she.