Gilded curtains.

With a voice as smooth as soothing ice, Lynnette spoke “You will sell your wares such as they are to whomever comes knocking at this door, no questions asked. Is that clear enough?”

The stench in the room was suffocating, Iris could not wait to escape it. When had she become so callous?

The red mass by the wall trembled like a curtain fluttering to a gentle
breeze, except madam Lynnette’s house had no curtains only stiff blinds. Seeing it Lynnette smiled and walked away. Iris locked the door, recalling unpleasant memories. The cremation of another childhood had begun.

Photo provided by Jan Wayne Fields


Thanks Rochelle for hosting the writing challenge Friday fictiooners.

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Sorry but I had to re-write the story as I felt the first post was not very comprehensive.

25 thoughts on “Gilded curtains.

  1. “The red mass by the wall trembled like a curtain fluttering to a gentle
    breeze, except madam Lynnette’s house had no curtains only stiff blinds.” gave me goosebumps. Not sure what exactly is happening at this house but it is nothing wholesome. I’m sorry she has decided to go along with whatever it is.

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