The first challenge of the Third Writing Platform-Building Campaign has been issued. To write a flash fiction story (less then or equal to 200 words) with the opening words: The door swung open. Mine ended up exactly 200 words (I could have used another hundred, easy!). Here goes!
The door swung open. Mart hesitated. Nine years she’d been haunted by this old apartment.
“Who’s there?” Her dad’s formerly strong voice was querulous.
She stepped in, nearly passing out from the stink of mildew and rot.
“Why are you here?” He huddled in the same faded recliner.
“I came back to see you.”
“After what you did?”
“You don’t want me here.”
“I never wanted you. Who wants a child like you, an abomination?”
She swallowed back curdling bile. She should retreat. But she was here, and she wasn’t a coward.
“Just go. You killed your mother, the only person I ever loved. Now look at me, living in poverty and filth. You, your powers, your gift. Get out!”
The ashtray struck her forehead, blood slid down her nose. The thrumming began. She desperately tried to push it down, before it was too late.
She backed up into the door, slamming her spine. Stars filled her vision.
And the thrumming grew.
“Go!” He howled out a froth of spittle.
It was too late. The thrumming crescendoed and the fire slipped out of her control. She ran, never looking back at the building bursting into flame.
To go back to the challenge home page and vote click HERE. And if you want to LIKE mine it is number 178 under the B&W picture of the tree from my header. Couldn’t load a headshot to save my life!