Here’s my contribution to this week’s edition of Friday Fictioneers, brought to you by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and a photo from CE Ayr. Thanks, CE!
(Horror for 100 words)
Petals dusted her feet as Laurie coasted past the purple door, chained and set back from the sidewalk. It was a mere blip in her skip until she heard knocking from inside.
She turned back, stood before it, and knocked. “Who’s there?”
“Open the door. Help me. I’m trapped,” a voice whispered, raspy and breathless.
She rattled the door. “I’ll get help.”
The authority had no key, so he shot at the lock. The door creaked and swung open.
“Just like I told you.”
Before them was a cement slab.
But Laurie felt something. A chill to the bone.
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For those who celebrate, Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you have a peaceful and restful holiday.