Seance

There are twelve of us sat around table which dominates the small wood-panelled room. It is covered in a thick red velvet cloth. Heavy curtains block the watery twilight. At the centre, a huge crystal bowl holds our belongings – a watch, a wedding band, a pendant … Why is it always jewellery? ‘Hold hands.’ […]

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Hindsight is a Wonderful Thing

The eyes are windows to the soul  – that’s what Mum always said. I should have listened. Your violet irises flashed, beckoned me closer, swept me up in endless nights. But in time those come-to-bed eyes proved what they really were – a distraction – a decorative facade fronting nothing but empty rooms. I should […]

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First Date

‘What does it mean?’ ‘It means that if you go round that corner you’re gonna die.’ ‘Don’t be crazy.’ ‘It’s called Witches Lane. See that mountain? See the pointy top? That’s Witch Hat Mountain. The legend goes that if you turn the corner your flesh melts from your bones and you’re thrown into a bottomless […]

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Serendipity

There was just enough room for them both at the end of the jetty. The boy had popped into existence, occupying the space beside her. She hadn’t realised how empty it was until he was there, filling it all up. It was almost enough to make her forget that her feet were submerged in the […]

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The Envy of the Village

Old Mrs Bergman’s roses were the envy of the village. The bushes bloomed in a congregation of scarlet and coral, sun-flare yellow and delicious tangerine. They spilled over the walls and lit up the pavement with their scattered petals, like delicate wishes skipping along the breeze, destination unknown. Mrs Bergman plucked and preened, watered and […]

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It’s Probably Mrs Gillespie

‘What is Mr Bridgewater is doing? That’s a mighty big bag he’s putting in his boot. And in all this snow too.’ ‘It’s a dead body, mum,’ Bailey said, not looking up from his magazine. ‘I told you months ago he’s been killing off the wrinklies in the neighbourhood. But you never listen. He can […]

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Murder in the Yard

The noise had been niggling at Nora for a while, sifting into her dreams at the edge of consciousness. She squirmed in bed. The sound took shape, a whirr of an engine. A saw. A chainsaw. It was coming from the back yard. She jumped up and ran outside. Her tree lay in pieces all […]

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Refuge

The setting sun made the ash sparkle as it drifted on the air, much lighter than snow. Time was almost up. Jessie told Bobby to wait on the pavement while she did a quick recon. Fate was on their side – a room with four walls and a door that locked from the inside – […]

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Little Liar

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll   Little Liar ‘Can I go on the twisters Mummy?’ ‘You’ve no tickets left sweetheart.’ ‘I have.’ Misty pulled a string of tickets from her pocket. ‘Where did you get those?’ ‘I found them on the floor.’ The lie settled over Misty like a cloud. It crept under her […]

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Angel

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Angel Clodagh lay on the soft grass looking up at the decorative webbing that formed a roof between the trees. It was such a good idea of Noal’s to have a New Year’s Eve party here. Her idea for fancy dress was even better. It had been epic. She turned […]

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