He thought he’d gotten away with it. The dump site. The excuses.
Everyone seemed to believe him.
He didn’t know I was waiting for him. He didn’t know I had seen everything. He didn’t know she was my sister.
He knows now.
Today’s 1MinFiction prompt was the picture posted above. Full disclosure, I let the image percolate in my mind while I ate breakfast before starting the timer.
The door stood in front of them, old and solid with that smooth patina that only comes from centuries of regular use. It was in excellent repair, proof that the inhabitants of this castle only pretended to be absent.Read More »
“I’ve never been a conspiracy theorist,” Dani said. “At least not until today.” She pushed her glasses up on her nose and did that little wrinkle with her brow that always makes me think of Mom.Read More »
Don’t open the door.
No matter how loudly they bang,
don’t open the door.
Regardless of the pleas that pour from their rotting lips,
don’t open the door.Read More »
Denise held the curtain to one side and peered at the front yard. The grass shone emerald green in the sunlight. The hum of a lawnmower drifted on the air from several doors down and she wondered where Sammy was. He’d recently taken on the responsibility of mowing the lawns of their elderly neighbors.Read More »
The transition from hot, flat sidewalk to hot, soft sand signaled her arrival at the beach.
She shifted the weight of the folding chair under her arm and aimed her beach badge at the lifeguards sitting at the gap in the grass-covered dunes that had been shaped after the last hurricane season. The young lifeguard in her red one-piece suit nodded and continued her animated conversation with the tan man standing nearby.Read More »
They ordered lobster bisque from room service and when the bellboy came to deliver it, he blushed at the state of their room.Read More »