She fumbled with the bottle in the dark and swallowed the
pills with a gulp from the tap. The shadows of solstice were just that. And
shadows couldn’t hurt, couldn’t walk, stab, or slither. Spineless and inert,
couldn’t smash a spider.
The house creaked, but what old house doesn’t? Beams adjusting
to the weight of a thousand feet. But shadows don’t weigh a blink, can’t strike
a match, can't block the moon. She grabbed her husband's coat and ran for the back door as moonlight
glinted off the blade entering the front, glinted off the keys left hanging on
a hook.
This short "ghost story" is for Advent Ghosts hosted by Loren Eaten at I Saw Lightning Fall. You will find more 100-word (no more, no less) stories there.
Happy Winter Solstice!!
This short "ghost story" is for Advent Ghosts hosted by Loren Eaten at I Saw Lightning Fall. You will find more 100-word (no more, no less) stories there.
Happy Winter Solstice!!
10 comments:
Very creepy mood piece! Nicely done, Yvonne!
Something about "can't block the moon" really sticks and spooks. Great job, I love the mystery!
Enjoyed..
Atmospheric
L,
Thank you!!
Tony,
Glad you liked it.Thank you.
Elizabeth,
Thanks! I added in the moon element last, so I'm glad it works.
Loren,
Thank you and thanks for the nudge to write shorts.
Creepily good. Well done, Yvonne.
Hello TKM,
Thank you! And thanks for reading.
I love the creep factor of this one :)
Merry Giftmas!
I'm not sure I'll be comfortable listening to my house pop and squeak at night any more.
Rhonda, Thanks so much!!!
Liza,
It always gives me pause. Thanks for commenting!
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