Phillip Wyant 2020 Mabry Mill
Henry stood beside the mill pond and pondered looking-glass reflections. This was utter and absolute tranquility. The deep red hues of early autumn leaves lit the still water with their radiance. A kaleidoscope of colour suddenly formed as the reds and greens were mixed by the leap of a fish. As the waters settled, Henry froze at the reflection of the knife-man behind him.
Padre
Weekend Writing Prompt #142 – Looking-glass in 64 words
FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: 2020: WEEK #05 photo prompt above
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Like what you’ve done with Sammi’s prompt
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Ooh, I wasn’t expecting that ending. Well done.
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What an ending! You’ll have to go back and snip out some other words so you could tell us who the knife-wielding fiend is. 🙂
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The scene is about to change from idyllic to macabre it seems. Intriguing.
.Here’s mine!
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I was imagining how calm and peaceful it was then WOW, a man with a knife!! I’ve been hosting a first sentence prompt for a while now and ran across this prompt so I joined in with my own 64 words.
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