A sprinkle of goose bumps covered her slender arms as the taxi drove past the statue, mentally trying to shake off the eerie feeling she reflected on a similar occurrence in the past. Then, it had been her mum’s pendant that gave her the shivers as she stripped before her first client. She never wore it again except on Sundays when for some weird reason she pulled the weirdest clients ever.

Mum interpreted eerie feelings as a sign of impending evil, your conscience vibrating from clanging alarm bells. Talk about a classical old wives tale. Her first client had been a breeze, nerve wrecking, but still a breeze. Today would be no different except this time she would get paid twice for jumping the same client, who wouldn’t love that. The taxi came to a halt in front of the hotel, smiling wistfully she attempted once more to shake off the eerie feeling.

In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph was provided by Sonya – at only a 100 words, the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.

Written for Nablopomo day three.

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The rising.

PHOTO PROMPT - © Dale Rogerson
PHOTO PROMPT – © Dale Rogerson

Silence is to solitude what cymbals is to celebration, but neither is an indication of true peace or happiness. Depth connotes wisdom and stirrings of ominous spirits, ignorantly the shallow becomes a demystified safe haven. Questions are contemplated where answers abound: answers are indoctrinated where questions suffocate the mind, such is the murkiness that man has created out of the shallow or is it the deep machination of his mind? Unbeknown to them a monster beats in all rising from where we once mistook silent and shallow to mean safe and secure.

In response to Friday fictioneers writing challenge hosted by Rochelle.  The picture was provided by Dale Rogerson and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting it, thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.