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The Day Maude Died

The day Maude died she expected it. The white daisies rambling across the mustard colored wallpaper had already begun mourning. Large drops of water appeared over them and rolled to the floor.

“Good.” She mumbled. “This living business is for the birds.”

Maude glowered from her 5th story window. 

At 11:59 she felt the air being sucked from the room as it began to spin. Her exhilaration dissipated when Gary appeared. 

“What are you doing here?” Gary shrugged and motioned to the room as if to ask why he wouldn’t be.

“This wallpaper is a crime to interior design. Christ Maude, is this where you’ve been hiding?”

“I’ve never known you to be a connoisseur of design.”

“Down to business; I’m a busy demon. You’re not dying today Maude.”

Rage rushed from her toes to the very tips of her hair.

“What?! Do you know how long I’ve been here?! 1,517 years Gary!”

“I know, but they like the work you’re doing down here.”

“No! No! No!” The smirk dancing across Gary’s lips was enough to send her into overdrive. “Go get the kerosene. We’re going to the council.”

Gary’s smirk turned to a deep frown.

Source: http://mrg.bz/n22FGA

Word Count: 198
For
Sunday Photo Fiction

Posted in Word Prompt

There’s A Man

There’s a man at my door.
He’s not moving anymore.
He just stares,
Icy blue and brown,
Through the concrete
At me.

There’s a man at my window.
He’s not breathing anymore.
He just taps,
Clicky clack and double rap,
Through the pane
To me.

There’s a man in my room.
He’s here with me.
He just stands,
Staring and stroking my cheek,
Through my skin,
Bleeding me.


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