Here’s this week’s entry into Monday’s Finish the Story flash fiction challenge, run by Barbara W. Beacham. This challenge gives you a picture prompt and the first line and asks that you finish the story in 100-150 words. The given line is in italics. This week’s opening line was provided by Eric Wickland of Momusnews.
At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.
Unfortunately, Allie didn’t realise that until much too late.
But then, it was always too late. She was captivated from the second she saw it glinting in the dirt. No awareness of its danger could have stopped her slipping it into her pocket.
That night the voices began to whisper. They were quiet at first, masquerading as stray wisps of thought but steadily they grew louder, wearing at her mind until their malicious opinions drowned her own.
Her life shattered into fragments, stained with blood and fear.
It wasn’t until three days later, as Allie numbly emptied her pockets onto the custody sergeant’s desk, that she made the connection. The marble glinted unnaturally, light shifting into leering faces. The voices were finally silenced as she was led away to the cells.
She tried to warn them.
No one would listen to the ravings of a madwoman who’d murdered her family.
Word Count: 150
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