This post is in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers’ challenge #37.
The sound of children laughing, going door-to-door, woke her. She had fallen asleep on her sofa in the middle of the day, watching the original Dracula – yet another reminder of today’s holiday.
Her doorbell didn’t ring at all; the chocolates lay in the bowl, untouched. Hers had been the only house to be bare: no pumpkins, no vampires.
She had stopped celebrating Halloween when the skeletons in her closet felt more real than the ones on the street.
The last line was meant to be a micro-fiction story and a sample piece (an audition) that I sent to a moderately famous Indian Facebook page that has been looking for flash fiction writers. When I saw this week’s photo prompt, I had two ideas: I immediately rejected the first one, on seeing Priceless Joy’s submission – which was better than anything I could’ve written on the topic, and this was the second. I’m very happy that I chose this option. Hope you enjoyed my story!
Also, check out some of the other entries here:
The Ruminations Of An Overthinker 
I really like how you told so much with so few words. Excellent!
LikeLike
Hahaha, I read your story and oh it went so well with the image! I found it quite creative and I enjoyed it too. ☺
LikeLike
Excellent story! I’m glad you chose this one too because it is awesome. Thank you for the compliment!! And thank you for participating in the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge.
LikeLike
Yes, such a sad image, and a great nod to the Halloween holiday, too.
LikeLike
That’s really sad, having to deal with ghosts who don’t leave afterwards.
LikeLike