The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by A.F. Stewart
The unmistakable sound of a metallic spring being plucked echoed through the room, followed by a hiss. The cat lifted its paw, before scratching again at the metal bed frame. A fine red dust lifted into the air, rust mixed with something more.
The animal jumped back, watching the powder rise on a gentle breeze blown in through the broken window. It swirled in the air, riding the streaks of golden orange light filtered from outside, whispering its secrets into the adjacent shadows. The particles dispersed, carried to every corner of the room, settling into the darkness.
The cat meowed. A call, a question asked of the black beyond.
The space shifted in murmurs, reverberations of the past. Sensory pain lashed from infinity, snapped across barriers, chased by screams of insanity. Aftershocks whiplashed quiet waves, breaking walls, reallocating time and the dead.
The cat meowed again. Louder, more insistent.
And this time the voices answered.
Fiction © Copyright A.F. Stewart
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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