Panic! At the Driscoll’s: 150 Word Flash Fiction

The cabin door blew open sending a stack of papers flying along with a flurry of wet snowflakes. Jacob stood in snowshoes. “We need you now!”

“I’ll be right out.”

Phillip buttoned his gray wool overcoat, pulled on a red knit cap and calfskin mittens. He stooped and laced his leather ski boots. Then he snatched a jar, slipped it into his backpack and stepped out into the blizzard.

Strapping on his wooden skis, he gripped his poles, pushed off and slid past Jacob down the narrow mountain path. Nature had unleashed its fury and soon his cheeks felt raw from the icy cold. He sped through the forest and then descended onto the Sally Barber Mine trail, arriving at the quaint homestead.

He took off his skis, knocked and then entered.

“Dr. Collins, Thank you for coming. Lilly’s fever hasn’t broken.”

“Don’t worry Mrs. Driscoll, I brought the leeches.”


What do you think of using leeches for weight loss or therapy?

Would you ever use them?


Photo from the US Forest Service – Click on it for link

 For more flash fiction, check out Madison Wood’s blog

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