“As you know, Bob…”
…recently on Fridays I’ve been participating in Madison Woods’ 100-word story challenge along with the #FridayFictioneers. Normally I try to stick with the 100 words, but this week I had a story idea that just didn’t want to squeeze into those confines.
Trust me, I tried.
My story this week came to 200 words. Bah! Double whammy.
So here’s the inspiration image Madison shared for this week, which has a pretty cool story behind it on her website:
I like the idea that this marble came from someone who’s no longer around, so I played a bit with that. I guess my story celebrates certain upcoming festivities a little early, but oh well. It’s still in the spirit of the holidays. 🙂
Haha, spirit…no pun intended.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Coming home from work, Ana paused on the terracotta pathway to observe a trail of dirt leading to the front door.
It was open.
When she went inside her eldest child, Carlos, shot up from the kitchen table, clutching some recently-snuffed candles and a large old book. His eyes were wide, face unnaturally pale.
“What were you doing?”
“Where’s your sister?”
He shrugged then scurried away.
The trail led upstairs towards conversing voices. She found a battered stone marble—somehow familiar to her—before her daughter’s door and picked it up. Turning it over, she called out cautiously, “Cecilia…who’s with you?”
The girl giggled.
Ana opened the door, surprised to find a dusty skeleton adorned in a dress and pearls. It sat at a chalk circle that had been drawn onto the floor, playing a game with her daughter. It reached a creaky limb out to Ana and said sadly, “Mi hija.”**
“Mommy, Mommy!” Cecilia cried. “I’m teaching Grandma how to play with her marbles!”
Ana thought she’d about lost hers.
Suddenly gathering her wits, the candles, book and pale face began to add up. Ana dropped her purse and binders, her voice escalating uneasily:
* Juego con los Muertos translates as “Game with the Dead” in Spanish.
** Mi hija means “my daughter.”