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Senryu: Getaway

The Clear Sea’s Perfect
For Our Secret Getaway.
No One Can Find Us…


Prompt:

Thursday photo prompt: Clarity #writephoto

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Manic Madness: Dark Vacation

It was summertime, and my vacations were on.

I decided to backpack across the country, visiting ghostly castles, wrecked towns and other places of historical importance. The last lap of my journey, before departing the country brought me to The Boondocks Bar and Inn. I had heard of the mysterious room 13. The stories said that many years ago, a witch lived in the room. Until one day, she was executed for her damned practices. The deadly witch had called out for Satan, even during her final confession. Everyone who lived there complained of an ominous presence. I wanted to experience it.

I entered the Inn and asked the forlorn faced innkeeper for room 13. The man looked at me stoically, handed me the key without any question and got back to listening to the dirgeful music playing on the radio.

I settled into the room, which looked quite well maintained for a supposed haunted room. I called in for dinner – a nice plate of fish and chips. Waiting for my food, I walked over to the dressing mirror. I stared at my reflection looking at my well known imperfections. My reflection stared back at me and winked. My heart skipped a beat as I remained frozen in place gawking at my reflection. Its mouth curled into a sultry smile, poison dripping out. It made a hushing gesture asking for silence. As scars appeared on its face, the reflection transformed into a scythe wielding reaper. The scythe slashed through the mirror, shattering it. The cold metal lodged itself in my chest, making me scream out in pain.

The knocking on my door brought me back to my senses. The mirror was unshattered as before. My reflection was behaving as it should. I opened the door to find the innkeeper holding a plate of fish and chips. I rejoiced inwardly. I began holding great reverence for the innkeeper for his timely arrival. He placed the plate on the table and smiled at me.
“Eat up. It will help reduce the pain in your chest.”

I noticed his smile was rather sinister….


Word Count: 350

Prompt:

Manic Madness

Okay, wow! 31 words!! This was quite a challenge set by Laura. I hope it has turned out well.

Happy reading! 🙂

Flash Fiction: Next Vacation

“It has to be a beach.”

She had placed her hands on her hips. He knew this was her ‘I-am-not-going-to-budge’ stance. However, in his twenty years with her, he had learnt that this was the only chance he had to argue. Once her hands went behind her back, it was game set and match. The whole squabble would be over, at least for her. He decided to take his chances.

“But, weren’t we going trekking?”

“Last time’s road trip was your call.”

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“Venice was your call, Sweetie.”

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“Well, it is my birthday.”

He sighed. Her hands were behind her back.


Word Count: 100

Prompts:

100WW Week 76

Friday Fictioneers June 22

Word of the Day Challenge “Squabble”

 

Image Credits:  Ocean Art “Drift Away” by Chuck Pinson-3731-GW