I couldn’t remember when the first time my mom told me never to come near the door in the basement, let alone open it. I never asked her why, I just obliged. She died yesterday. Her death made me wonder about that door for the first time in my life.
The door was calling me to open it. I couldn’t find the right key so I used an axe to force open it. I pushed myself through the crack I had made.
There was a skeleton. It had the clothes my dad wore the last day I saw him.
Exactly 99 words! 🙂
I wrote 2 flashes at the same time, this one is about a door while the other one is an experimental writing techniques where I used nothing but conversation. I published it at Underneath The Shell.
Here’s an excerpt of Perfect Company
“Customers are coming!!! Act cute, girls!”
“I’ll just stay here. They won’t choose me anyway.”
“Why are you being so pessimistic? That attitude made them avoid you!”
In total, I had written 3 flashes. The first one is a bit like poem called Unrequited Desire .