Here’s my contribution to Friday Fictioneers, a wonderful group of talented writers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Thank you to Claire Fuller for the photo.
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Today’s piece is loosely inspired by my trip to Preston Castle. Here’s a post I did about it last October. Preston’s School of Industry was a reform school, where juveniles were wards of the state. One of the vocations they could learn was carpentry. Many deaths occurred on the premises and the place is now considered haunted.
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Genre: Fiction (100 words)
The workshop remained intact under a blanket of dust. The kids swarmed the warehouse, its forbidden entry enticing the most innocent, with most testing their fiery independence.
Larry formalized his leadership, proclaiming, “The dude was stabbed here. Look. Drops of blood.”
The kids ran to his side, “Where?”
“Made you look,” Larry teased.
An object crashed into the wall. A baseball rolled into Larry’s foot. The kids ran outside, except for Jenny. She waited for Stu, who crept from behind a corner.
“I knew it was you,” she said.
A machine thumped loudly.
“Larry?” Stu’s voice echoed in the stillness.