Flash Fiction: Scattered Shards

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PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here.

Jill woke up in the backseat, dry-mouthed and gagged. Fog clouded her mind. Where was she? Cable ties cut into her wrists and ankles. The seatbelt held her up. Memories flashed in scattered shards. A night out. In the car park. A shadow from behind. Thumpy-dee-thump her head and heart pounded.  

The radio blasted — warning women about a serial killer on the loose.

The driver chuckled. 

The radio, a mouthpiece for the fates — destined for a second location, and… 

The promise of death cloaked her. Somebody save me! An open prayer to the universe. 

Lights beamed through the windshield… SMASH! 

The goddess of safe return, Adeona, answered. 


I’m not 100% sure Adeona (Adiona) was a real Roman goddess (of safe return). I can’t find much about her. Some claim she may have been an aspect of the more known goddess Juno (Hera to the Greeks). At any rate, The Muse saw her kick serial killer butt, but the word limitation murdered that idea.

Other stories about mythological gods can be read here.


  1. Such criminals can often convert the most hard core passivists. I cut and pasted the following,

    “In Latin, redux (from the verb reducere, meaning “to lead back”) can mean “brought back” or “bringing back.” The Romans used redux as an epithet for the goddess Fortuna with its “bringing back” meaning; Fortuna Redux was trusted to bring those far from home back safely.”

    Fun story, well done, T. 🙂

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      1. I didn’t think of her being in the back. It’s harder to keep an eye on someone back there. I guess if she’s unconscious, it makes more sense.

        Dark or whimsical as long as you’re writing.

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  2. Saved by the smash! There’s a new one! It did remind me of a story that was in the news some time ago, about a trafficked woman who was rescued when there was a fire in the building (or a nearby building), I don’t remember exactly. But I recall thinking to myself, that one person’s disaster can indeed be another’s salvation. Sometimes.

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