Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction: Living Bricks

 

What the heck is that growing out of the window? A mole? A hive? Cancer? Get a ladder to cut it out or perform surgery from the inside? The owners want to sell. It will have to be to other witches. Humans tend to freak and wind up in mental institutions when they discover their residence is alive. Hurts the spirit of the home every time. Vampires might be ok, as long as blood doesn’t stain the carpets. The real reason why they can’t enter houses; why would hurt bricks want to protect humans?

The door opens, the doctor enters.

 

(100 words)

 

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Flash Fiction

Smoke Messages

PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

 

\Snap, crackle, pop. The fire breathes a life of its own. A connection between two worlds. A pit of messages from the dead to the living. If only they would turn on their senses. The deceased wait, patience the equivalent to thin ice. “Silly girl, don’t marry that slob!”

Jenny stares into the flame, lost in thought.

“Come on Jenny, it’s your hens night. Smile.”

Jenny forces her lips up and nods at her sister. Gathering herself, Jenny turns away from the heat. She pauses.

“Do you hear that?”

“What? Granny not wanting you to marry? She’s been nagging all night.”

 

(101 words)

 

Prompt provided by Friday Fictioneers

Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here