Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write, as part of a group, a flash fiction based on the same short prompt and post the story. Here’s my contribution.
What a waste. My scythe thumped on the floor dour and final, gaining the two new spirits attention. “You poisoned the brandy?”
“Is that how. . . ” she said.
He raised his hands in defense or to ward off evil (as if I was) but shoved himself through a wall. New spirits. No control.
Crooking my finger, I yanked him back. “She murdered me! I’m innocent.”
She snorted “You? Innocent?” The conversation decayed from there.
“Neither of you are going anywhere like this.” Shackles appeared around their wrists, binding them. They’d work it out. In a century or so.
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