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Flash Fiction! Renovations

Whispers bounced off bare walls, brushing his skin like butterfly wings. Cloying dust mixed into a thick paste in his panting mouth. The cavernous hall ate his fear whole and spat nothing out.   

church

This place had changed over the years, the many, many years since he had last set foot inside but the memories assaulted him anyway.

All the renovations in the world could not hide the images from his mind’s eye.

Smoke.

Fire.

Death.

He ran from the cold tomb, chased by the shadows of his nightmares. Slammed the door for the last time, finally able to let the ghosts rest in peace.

 

Written for Creative Writing Ink

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