Flash Fiction Challenge Fail
So, this week's challenge didn't go well. Excuses? 1. I got sick; 2. I got distracted by my current work-in-progress, DarkFantasyNovel1A; 3. I got sick... What did I get done? Well, since you insist... here's what an unfinished flash fiction story looks like: Unfinished Result: The man was hanging on the window outside her office. There was no ledge or sill, just a two millimetre strip of rubber, holding in the glass. The window itself was six floors up. Rachel had watched him scale the building, a feat he had achieved by bouncing between her office block and the one opposite, light as a feather, but too solid to be shifted by the breeze. When he’d seen her sitting at her desk, he’d come to a complete stop and his face had lit with beatific smile. He started to speak, realized she couldn’t hear him through the glass, and vanished upwards, like a human spider clothed in a loose-fitting tunic and baggy cotton pants. Rachel didn’t expect to seesomething lik