I love flash, flash fiction that is! So when I discovered a new site that is full of flashers I couldn’t resist playing along and writing my own flash as part of a challenge they put out. What follows is the result of that challenge.
A Match Made In Heaven You thoughtfully gather the utensils you need. Something to beat me with, something to whip me with, a rather large wooden spoon, a host of other ingredients. So it begins.
I love writing prompts! They stretch my imagination, and often make me write outside of my comfort zone and that can never be a bad thing. This week I give…
Read Chapter 1 The following morning, Estelle awoke early to the unfamiliar quiet of the house. As she opened her eyes slowly and adjusted to the sights that surrounded her, she also began to recall the events of the night before. She shuddered at the thought. Her sleep had been less than restful, her dreams full of visions.
She rose from the bed and began to dress. Having no idea what the time was, she pondered as to what she should do next. Should she wait for someone to come and get her or should she try to find her way to the kitchen? After a few minutes her decision was made for her. A knock on the door, made her jump. It opened and a young girl entered the room.
“Cook said I was to fetch you,” she announced as she entered the room.
“Oh, thank you,” Estelle replied.
“Follow me then if you’re ready,” the girl commanded. Estelle felt that she had little choice but to obey. Not that she had any wish not to. Being alone in this strange house was not a prospect that she relished.
She followed where the young girl led. After a short walk, Estelle once again found herself in the kitchen. Cook beckoned them to enter.On the pine table was a plate of breakfast and a mug of tea waiting for each of them. Estelle sat and began to eat.
“Did you sleep well, child?” Cook asked Estelle.
“Yes, thank you Cook,” Estelle lied. “Good, the Master wishes to see you later.”
Estelle froze at the mention of the Master. The breakfast was good and she had almost forgotten the previous nights events. She trembled at the very thought of meeting him again. He had been gentle and his actions had in no way been menacing, but Estelle just had not come to terms with the events. She still had many unanswered questions running through her mind.
She stared at the large house that now towered above her tiny form. She became more afraid as she approached the large driveway. This was one of those grand old houses, Gothic in style, gargoyles on every parapet, and not a place that afforded any welcome from its outside specter.
She’d heard tales of this house since she’d been babe, but as she recalled them now, they did little to calm her fears. With a sense of apprehension she walked up the driveway and found the servant’s/tradesman’s entrance. She stood rooted to the spot gazing at the doorway. A huge door was all that stood between her and her fate.
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