Photo prompt @ Roger Bultot
”And that’s the house I grew up in. ”
“That’s Grandma’s house? No way .”
“Yes. I spent many happy minutes on the porch with Grandma watching the inquisition from here . What memories…”
“Well , it’s time to get back to our world . You remember where you drew the portal , don’t you?”
The woman with the long blonde hair was jolted out of her reverie by the loud sound of hoofs shaking the grounds around you them. The Holy Roman Empire!
The little girl was dancing around pretending to be a fairy . “Now that’s what I’m talking about! Horsies! ”
“Gwyneth , what have you done ? ”
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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.
The instructions were clear and convincing her to accept the job was easy, except for the last sentence of the contract. Jump. She wondered what that meant. She swallowed her fear when the elevator stopped with a shuddering groan. They were suspended between floors with a gaping hole in the middle. The only way to get out was to… and eyeing the distance between her and her family, she silently finished the last part of the sentence.
I’m racing through the trees.
Normally, I would be worried about being so late. Tonight I’m not. Because I have a secret and it’s going to save me.
I know the others are looking for something to hang me from. I could say I know because I’m a witch but I actually overheard them.
I slow down at the approach to the cave but then I suddenly stop. Dead quiet and the air is thick with smoke. I turn around and run the other way, clutching the feather in my cold hand.