Friday Fictioneers: The Dead Spot


PHOTO PROMPT © Karuna

They hadn’t known when they bought the house, about that spot in the backyard where nothing ever grows. Everything he planted would die instantly and become black as coal. Being an engineer, he sought to find the truth. One day, he dug into the dark soil while his wife prepared lemonade in the kitchen. When she arrived at the site with a pitcher of lemonade, she jumped and screamed. Her husband was standing there, his mouth hung open as two dirty teddy bears and a doll lied on top of the soil and next to it was a small wooden coffin.

(100 words)

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.

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30 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: The Dead Spot

  1. Great job! Very concise, yet chilling.

    You have the perfect photograph to accompany your story. I’m just wondering. Was the photo the inspiration for the story, did you take the pic yourself, or did you just get lucky enough to fine exactly the right one?

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  2. That would indeed be scary. Whether the infant passed away of natural causes, sickness, was stillborn, or worse. It could have been there a very long time when rules about that kind of thing were not stringent.

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    • When I wrote the story, I imagined some kind of curse, that’s why the soil’s charred. So I think I can safely say whoever it was in that coffin did not die of natural causes.

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