Flash Fiction

The Final Scavenger Hunt

This was it. The trail ended here. Back at grand-dad’s old place. Not sure how he managed it from his sick-bed but it was just like him. A final hunt. Pit us against each other. Bastard. He’s probably watching. From hell. Laughing. Enough with the reminiscing. I needed to find that key. What was that… Continue reading The Final Scavenger Hunt