Slag (Jane Doe Flash Fiction)

Each week at the Ranch, Charli Mills hosts a flash fiction challenge, accompanied by an always-wonderful blog post wrapped around nature and the world she moves through and a cue for the week. The March 2 challenge was to include slag in a story of 99 words (no more, no less).

(I am awarding myself bonus points for staying away from the British definition of slag.)

Oh, thank God you found it. ” Jane’s hands shake as she fumbles with the clasp. A stroke of good luck, that she lost it at work.

“Yeah, so, ” the cleaning woman says. “It was under the sink.”

“Look.” Jane holds out the pendant, an iridescent greenish-goldish-brownish cabochon glowing as if from within. “Slag glass, it’s called. We found a bunch in a ghost town that had burned. My grandpa made jewelry out of it. He made this.”

The cleaning woman sniffs. “Doesn’t look like so much to me. “

“Yeah, you’d probably rather have diamonds, like everybody else,”Jane snaps.


Fun flashes from other writers are at the link above. Enjoy!


Author: Deborah Lee

I like trees, dreaming, magic, books, paper, floating, dreaming, rhinos, rocks, stargazing, wine, dragonflies, trains, and silence to hear the world breathe.

5 thoughts on “Slag (Jane Doe Flash Fiction)”

  1. Bonus points indeed, yet the term came to mind as I considered the cleaning lady…! Some things are indeed more precious than diamonds, and I’m also thinking about the real treasures you found with your Grandfather.

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