There was a house a block from ours, a house our parents specifically told us to avoid. “Bad things happen when someone crosses onto the property,” mother would say but I was rebellious.
One night I sneaked out, tip-toeing along the wrought-iron gate but just as I was about to step through the hole in the gate, a voice hissed behind me. “What are you doing? You’re going to get caught.” It was my annoying little brother. I waved him off and stepped through anyway.
As my right foot landed on the other side of the gate, I felt something…
Sorry about the ending. I know some of you readers hate it but I didn’t have a choice, I ran out of words. So if you must know, it was a spell breaking and that’s very bad considering what was let out or who. You can come out with that one on your own. Think supernaturally!!!
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.