I'm not a writer, but every now and then I get something in my head that I can't do anything more with. All I have is a snippet.

Jim Jones, the inspirational runner, photographer, and fiction writer, invited me this morning to join him in Flash Fiction Fridays.

The premise is to write a piece of fiction only 55 words long. I'm assuming each week is another 'chapter'.

Chapter 1

Glancing up, she caught his steely gaze.

Flanked by shadows, she sensed him moving fluidly -unnaturally- with the dark. He shifted his weight to one side and took a deep drag off his cigarette.

Her conscience begged for escape, but she was anchored hopelessly.

"It's been a long time," he growled, flicking the expired butt.