I’ve been absent for a while again, life has been very hectic but I’m having a go at this weeks Flash Fiction. Many thanks as always to our wonderful hostess Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who runs Friday Fictioneers.
The Midnight Hour
By Heidi Busby Brown
The Grandfather clock strikes twelve. Its loud chime vibrating the crystals on the old wooden chandelier.
Jane glides up the ancient staircase and I follow her onto the gallery landing.
The stench of cigar smoke fills the air.
Rough hands close around her throat, lifting her upwards. She claws at him as he holds her over the edge.
I can’t help her.
He releases her, his blank eyes stare at me as Jane plummets to the ground below.
My scream is silenced.
I take my last breath as the twelfth chime rings out.
At least until tomorrow night, when the clock strikes twelve.
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