Flash Fiction: Door

Looking at the door nervously, I backed up into the kitchen.

“Mom!”

She replied with a quick hmmm, refusing to divert her attention away from the vegetables she was chopping.

“It’s the door!”

She dropped down her knife and rushed towards the door. I could see the colour draining from her face.

“Call up Father Lorenzo. Tell him the paper charms are coming off.”

I nodded and took a step back. Before dialling the number on my phone I turned to mom.

“Mom, does this mean dad woke up?”

Mom stared at me.

“Yes, my child! And he is hungry!”


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 18 January 2019

48 comments

  1. Dangerous hungry father asleep and mother peeling vegetables, my God, what a tale! and a priest giving spells and charms to his flock πŸ™‚ I wouldn’t want to meet any of them. But that’s a quick smart horror story, isn’t it?

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