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She stood at the sink, looking out the window, dreaming of better times and beautiful things long since gone away. The thought of him with that harlot made her skin crawl. How could he have been so heartless? She so blind?

Her chin dipped toward the forgotten dishes piled in the cool water. A tear traced a path to the edge of her nose, where it clung for a moment before plunging into the basin.

She steadied her trembling shoulders and returned her gaze outside, dreaming of better times and beautiful things long since gone away.

No horror today, only the sadness of a fictional woman. This one is actually a few words shy of 100 due to a last minute edit that I think makes it flow better. I usually strive to hit 100 words exactly, but I’ll make an exception this time.

Written for Friday Fictioneers.

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One Little Slip



The cold stone of the stairs caressed the soles of his bare feet. He lifted his hand and pulled his fingers along the wall as he thought of her. He missed her, his true love.

He paused and pressed his palm against the wall–bowed his head in remembrance. They’d come here together so many times, but now, without her, the place had a completely different feel. Without her it felt old and broken, lonely and rundown. Without her by his side, he felt nothing but contempt for those broken stairs. They had taken her from him in an instant.

This one didn’t come easy to me. This ended up being the third attempt.

Written for Friday Fictioneers.

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A Heart Made of Flowers

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Janet Webb

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Janet Webb

She sat on the floor looking up at him. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She’d pushed him too far again. A few more petals fell from the flowers in her heart. They were beautiful once, before him. He saw to it that they’d never be beautiful again. Only a handful of the flowers still cling to life. Most of them have long since died beneath his heavy hand. For years she struggled to protect their beauty. Now she just waits anxiously for the last petal to drop, wondering what she will become when the beauty in her heart is gone.

I skipped last week due to the holiday, but I’m back now with an offering to the Friday Fictioneers gods that is more tragedy than horror, at least until the last petal drops. I have a feeling that that is when the true horror will begin.

Also, in case you missed the announcement, WICKED LITTLE THINGS (100 Tiny Tales of Terror, volume 2) is available on Amazon, Smashwords, and in Print (B&N coming soon). Pick up a copy and let me know what you think. Thanks in advance and you have my condolences for the sleep you’ll be losing.