I used to watch the empty old house from my window; two stories tall and moss-covered. My nanny said it was an old palace of a Hindu Jamindar. My friends said a witch lived in it. My parents never answered.
I dreamed of it in the bewitching hours. In my dream I flew, underneath everything small like toys. Then I was hovering over the ancient house. Three smiling girls clad in white robes rose from its dark green womb to meet me.
When they demolished it they found long hairs and bones. Adults spoke words like war, army and torture.
Nicely done 🙂
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Thanks. It’s my first time writing something so short.
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Well done.
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Thanks 🙂
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well done
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Thanks 🙂
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You offer interesting images, I liked this
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Thank you. I’m trying to improve my writing.
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Chilling.. maybe there will be some rest finally.
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I don’t know about that but let me tell you a secret except the bit about dream rest is true. There was indeed a house like that and it was demolished and they found bits of bones, long hairs etc. Thanks for reading.
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What an intersting take on the prompt. Great to link the mystery and the dream to the true findings.
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thanks
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Dear Tamal,
Intriguing tale that left the reader to ponder. A worthy first flash. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you very very much.
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What a chilling tale! Very well-written! Nice to have you at FF!
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Thank you very much
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