I was walking back home on an alternate route, with my friend, Emily,
“Andy, it is almost Halloween. We should not be here.”
“The Food House appears here.”
“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?”
“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
Sunday Photo Fiction Sept 30, 2018
Weekend Writing Prompt #74 – Brandish