The abandoned building rose out of the snowy scrub, a fungus spreading spores of fear and sorrow. Uninhabited for over fifty years, suicide and murder tainted its walls and floors with faded splashes of red that refused to disappear. It was no mystery who had murdered the family; he had been executed long ago. Everyone knew the story of his teenage lover, who killed herself after their baby was still born in the house where its father had committed heinous crimes. The question that haunted the inhabitants of the small community was how the hell that house re-built itself again and again, each time they demolished it.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday flash splash 07.01.17
Loraine is filling in with flash fictions splash and has offered a few different flash fiction prompts. I selected Prompt Three: Based on this photograph, write a piece of flash 75…
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