This is an example of something called Flash Fiction. I entered this piece in a contest about a year ago (didn’t win, but got some decent feedback). I’ve since edited it taking into account some of the comments I was given.
It’s an apocalyptic little story, something ala 2012, if you will. Hope you like it.
Beneath the Bed
A wistful smile crossed Sandra’s face as she gazed down at the tiny body beside her, and she thought, what better place than this? The steady rise and fall of the baby’s chest helped to soothe her, but it couldn’t stop the fear blossoming in hers.
It was warm here, beneath the bed; absurdly, she felt protected. Then, sorrowfully: Why hadn’t he stayed? Choking back a sob she drew their son close and buried her face in his blankets.
When the flash came she was telling him about the fun she and her sisters had once had playing make-believe beneath their beds, imagining golden lives in a far-off and shining future.