The painting caught her eye on her first day of work at the museum. Art always spoke to some part of her, but this was different. The sinking ship was vivid and disturbingly familiar, although it was hundreds of years old.
That sense of familiarity stayed with her long after she left work at closing time. Following her into her dreams, where people beside her leapt off the sides of the sinking ship into icy waters. A little boy cried as she tried to soothe him in a language she shouldn’t have known, while icy fear turned her skin pale.
I’m not a believer in past lives or reincarnation. They make for interesting stories though, don’t they?
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge is to write a story in 100 words or less.
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Scuffling at the entrance caught little Paul’s attention. Through the wide church entrance he saw the priest, and some church elders, arguing with her.
She caught his eye then, watery blue. Then she looked at her adversaries and turned around, down the steps away from the church. The elders watching after her, ensuring her retreat.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge should you wish to accept it, is to write a story in 100 words or less.
Thanks to group leader Rochelle for this week’s intriguing image that led me to thoughts of cathedrals, witches, outcasts and fairies.
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