The Woman With No Name

Posted: August 17, 2017 by J.A. Prentice in Flash Fiction
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Crackling flames lick at old bricks as she watches her past go up in flames. In the oven, passport, wallet, and paperwork crumble to ash.

She turns away from the blazing heat and walks out into the cold of night, leaving even her name behind her.

This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Cathal Mac an Bheatha for providing the prompt photo!


  1. Some untoward incident might have taken place to leave even her name and retreat to the realm of anonymity. A unique take n the prompt.

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  2. Sreeblogs says:

    Good one. Just couple of words yet left a powerful impact 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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