Flash Fiction – The best laid plans


Photo courtesy of Ceayr


There’s a sour smell and I cover my nose with my sleeve as I creak across the floorboards, towards the cellar. It’s been a stroke of luck spotting the brown, curling paper advertising this place to rent. There are no neighbours for miles. No-one to hear the screams. My fantasy will become reality and my head’s spinning with fear and excitement.

The door’s stuck and I shove it with my shoulder, and creep down the stairs.

This is where I’ll bring her.

A slam. A key turning. The shaft of daylight disappears. Something brushes my neck.

It’s me that screams.


Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Pop over to host Rochelle’s blog and read the other entries here






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