Flash Fiction: The Food House

I was walking back home on an alternate route, with my friend, Emily,

“Andy, it is almost Halloween. We should not be here.”

“Why’s that?”

“The Food House appears here.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a house, that entices you into going inside by making you smell amazing food. And once you go inside…”

“…You never return. Right?”

I sniggered.

“Come on, Em. It’s a made-up story.”

Suddenly, I spotted a house and could smell delicious grilled chicken. Emily went into a hypnotic state and briskly started walking towards the door. I looked at the window.

I saw an old lady wearing a chef’s hat, brandishing a spatula, smiling a toothless smile….


Word Count: 110

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction Sept 30, 2018

Weekend Writing Prompt #74 – Brandish

 

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