Today I'm taking part in Spooktoberfest, a horrifically chilling bloghop hosted by Cover Girls. The rules:
Write a piece of flash fiction that's no more than 300 words, and it must contain the following:
Me being blonde originally thought it said 500 words, so I was happily writing, editing, making sure I had all 5 words, and I read it and reread it until I was happy. Then I read the rules again. Yep, you can imagine my panic...lol. 300 words.
Still, I did it, and here's the resulting piece. Have fun. And don't forget to hop over to CoverGirls and read the other chilling contributions :)
12 past 2
Word Count: 297
Word Count: 297
Her voice woke me; soft whispers from a five year old. What was Chloe doing awake at this hour?
Sighing, I pulled the duvet back. A shiver ran through me, the coldness of the night like an invading virus, and I made my way across to Chloe’s room.
The door was ajar and her night light was on. A shadow crossed by beneath. So not only was she awake, she was running around!
Calming myself and preparing not to curse at her, causing a commotion, I pushed the door open.
Chloe sat on her bed, shadows sweeping across her, and she stared at me with a placid glare. I shuddered away an awkward chill and stepped into her room, frowning. “Who were you talking to, sweety?”
“My friend,” she replied, her voice soft and sleepy.
“Oh, a friend. And who’s your friend?” I ushered for her to lie down. She didn’t argue.
“The boy who comes to visit me sometimes.”
Again, I shuddered. So my daughter had found herself an imaginary friend. It wasn’t unheard of. I tucked the duvet around her like a cocoon and thought of the shadow I had seen. “So you were running around with your friend?”
“I wasn’t running around, mummy. He was. He doesn’t get to run around much.” She nestled her head into her pillow.
“Why doesn’t he get to run around?”
“Because most of the time he’s up on the fan.”
I looked upwards to the ceiling fan that sat motionless on the dark ceiling. It hadn’t been used in a while. “So your friend likes to hang on it and go for rides around?”
Chloe was practically asleep now, looking snug and innocent, but still she replied. “No. He hangs from it with the rope around his neck…”