This post is my entry into Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge. This challenge gives you a picture prompt and asks you to write a complete story in 100 words. This week’s picture was provided by Jan Wayne Fields.
I died in this room, ten years ago today. They’ve barely used it since. My family was broken like crockery.
Mother looks old, all vitality lost; Father drowns himself in drink. He’s back in his study again, staring at the phone. Maybe this time he’ll make the call. And Georgia… she’s now seventeen. She revels in her influence over them – has since the day she drove the carving knife into my flesh.
Everyone was told I’d left home. No one questioned it. They buried my body beneath the courtyard.
The sound of sirens is drawing nearer. He made the call.
Word Count: 100
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