Flash Fiction Friday #2! Sorry it’s so late. I literally just turned on my computer tfor the day. Anyway, enjoy, and see you on Monday for Media Monday #3!
Keena pounded down the hall after her prey. She was so close. She refused to give up.
The air was dank. The hall was dark. Faintly glowing wings fluttered away from her.
She lunged.
The wings slipped through her fingers.
She lunged again and connected.
Her prey fluttered in her grasp—so beautiful.
It wasn’t everyday someone caught a Glowerfly, and Keena had managed the feat.
It would bring her good luck.
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