This is my first time back at Friday Fictoneers for a while. I’m happy to be back and many thanks to Rochelle, as always, for providing us with this prompt.
The House
Joey blamed it on trees rising like skeletons before the house.
Miriam blamed it on the fence with spokes arching like stakes.
Me? When I viewed that house with its innocuous siding and windows, I thought of curses, witches, blood.
And then we grew up.
After our tenth high school reunion, we congregated at O’Leary’s Pub where we tossed back a few shots of Bushmills.
“That house not haunted,” Joey slurred.
Somehow, we ended up there, staring through autumn trees at the house we’d maligned, when a lightning bolt seared the earth before us. Imagination or alcohol? Dust rose behind us.
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The kid still lives inside all of us. Bet the house has its secrets.
Welcome back, Sascha. This reminds me of a dialogue between the anthropologist, Evans Pritchard, and one of his informants about the ideas of magic and rationality
I was chilled and amused at once! Well told.
Dear Sascha,
That ending made me laugh out loud. I’m betting on the alcohol. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks, Rochelle!
A gorgeous take this, loved it and the suspense at the end.
Thank you, Jude!
Most lovely poem.sweet home sweet❤
Thank you.
Welcome,dear!!
Is it not mysterious tale? I think -that home is not haunted but seems barren because of autumn.
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Old home is never haunted.dry trees are not symbol of any mystery because i don’t believe in existence of ghost,my dear!! But you have tried it a suspending touch ,so this post is interesting.
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Suspense touch
Thank you, Aruna!
Welcome,dear Sherlock Homes!!😁
Sounds like a wild reunion. Well done.
Thank you, Bill!
The worst thing one can do is taunt the spirits. They don’t like it one bit. Welcome back to FF, Sascha!
Thanks, Lisa!
Alcohol and lightning storms are not a good combination.
lol unless you really want to get lit….hahahaha 😀 Thank you.
Wow! Excellent writing. Now I want to know more about this house.
Thank you so much, Sharda! 🙂