Aug 3, 2016 Friday Fictioneers, Original Flash Fiction, Uncategorized

Word Count: 100 words of text, exactly
Genre:  Realistic-magic-realist fiction

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©August 3rd, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

Every day, they peer over my shoulder with haunted eyes.

I ignore them.  I’ve a job to do.  Some days are good.  The money’s okay.  At least, the drunk ones can’t reach over far enough to grab my breasts.

My parents died from alcohol poisoning.  I don’t drink.

At closing time, I cleared out customers, then sat for a few minutes.  My feet hurt.

“Join us,” said a silvery voice.  Heart hammering, I turned.  Her hand emerged from the painting.  I had nothing to lose.  I took it.  Colours swirled.

The world faded like a dream.  I drank new air.

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Thanks to our dear Fairy Blog-Mother, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, for hosting Friday Fictioneers in her indefatigable, inclusive, and cheerful way every week.  Thanks to Ted Strutz for that strange photograph, which I like very much.

 

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