As I mentioned on twitter, I have been looking for ways to boost my energy in the blog and do something different. While I’m not certain of the schedule yet, I think that Sundays will definitely be Six Sentence Sundays, because a lot of bloggers and writers I really like do that. One day a week will also be a flash fiction day, or a prompt day, or a “something which involves Kaitlin and/or Michael actually doing some fiction” day.
I’m proud to say this is exactly 100 words! Without further ado, here is this week’s prompt story, via Friday Fictioneers.
This house was derelict. There was a charm about it – the crumbling plaster, the chandeliers hanging by a single chain. There was no way she could buy it. Termites had devoured the walls and the plaster was one touch from collapsing.
It didn’t even cut it as a curiosity.
She sneezed. Her shoulder careened into the wall, which folded around her.
Dust settled. Wheezing, coughing, she sat up. She wasn’t in the next room, but a corridor. In front of her sat a clean, human skull with a perfect hole through the forehead.
So much for not cutting it.