‘Scraps of cloud hung in the windows of the ballroom; webs of trapped butterflies covered the chandeliers. In place of a gown the fairy princess wore a rosebush in bud and as she turned in the bridal waltz, roses bloomed and droplets of blood spattered her satin slippers.’
‘The one about the two slit boys was scarier.’
‘Shh – footsteps.’
‘Nah – doesn’t fit the story. Try another one. How about..’
‘No, really. Listen!’
‘Shit – cut the light.’
I put my lips next to his ear. ‘The rotten stairs – ninth and tenth.’
We huddled together in the darkness and counted one, two…
M J Lewis©2016
And that’s your 100 words for this week.
Was a bit unfocused this week so confess to reading around a bit. Those two boys from Derelict by C E Ayr definitely stuck in my head and seem to have crept into one of the stories within this story.