It’s Wednesday and time for the Friday Fictioneer photoprompt.
This week Rochelle has used one of her own photos
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The doors closed,
The room became hushed,
Everything was ready.
Ripples disturbed the surface
Shadows swirled beneath.
The pool held a secret.
Whoever entered would never age.
Fed to The Beasts,
They never came out alive.
36 words.
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About pensitivity101
I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes!
Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours.
Sadly times change and we now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
Wow, an interesting story
Wow. Brilliant Di.
Thanks Lorraine
hi Di.
I linked you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle. I’m still having problems but Maria is looking into it for me again.
Being eaten is one way of never aging. Not the one I’d chose
🙂 Me neither. I’ll grow old gracefully!
Entering and never ageing… only to be fed to the beast. Is there a warning sign on the outside of the door? 😉
The secret of eternal youth?
Right. All an illusion, apparently.
Well, that is indeed one way to avoid aging.
Quite the local swimming pool! The beasts will be well fed 🙂
Oh yes!
A scary story, Di. No wonder they never aged. Well written. —- Suzanne
Thanks Suzanne