The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner opens Wednesday morning, May 3rd. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)
This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Friday night, May 12th, 2017.
Fog swallowed the night, glowing tail-lights of the car and the wound-slash of the sputtering bulb above the abandoned way-station the only light.
“You ‘re late.”
Voice cutting my spine like the knife which killed me.
His fingers wove webs of pain. My pain. His pain. Pain conscious in the night and fog.
His hand grabbed mine, placing it on the string and stone between us.
“Bone-bread. Bone-bread, let me walk with the spirits of the dead.”
Bone-bread. Bone-bread. Words echoing in my head. Bone-bread. Bone-bread. Clear thy sight for the spirits of the dead.
“Bone-bread. Bone-bread. Clear my sight on the spirits of the dead.”
The pain was sharp and sudden. There shouldn’t be pain. Not in the land of the dead.
The night filled with shifting shadows.
Bone-bread. Bone-bread. God help the summoned dead.