It’s Friday again and I’m sitting in my NEW HOUSE watching the cats trying to get used to all the strange sights and smells. They are coping admirably and already trying to get the closets open!
Today’s photo on Madison’s site comes from Sandra Crook, a great writer and regular fictioneer. Do check out her story, and the others linked from Madison’s page. Mine is below, not terribly original I’m afraid – the Muse says she needs sleep and stability to function at her best. And I can’t tell you the end of the story, because I ran out of words! Still, I’d appreciate your thoughts and comments on it.
Stop back next week for my entries into Voice Week – one a day Monday-Friday!
Gate to Nowhere
“It’s just some old Chinese sculpture. The gate to nowhere.” Al tried to make the quiver in his voice sound like sarcasm.
“So do it. Like you said, it’s just a sculpture, right?”
“Right.” Except the air seemed to shimmer between the gateposts. And even the squirrels seemed to avoid going through.
“I knew it. You’re scared.” Billy stepped forward. “Scaredy scaredy scaredy!”
“What’s it matter anyway?”
“Matters if you’re scared. Matters if I tell Mabel Pritchard you’re too pussy to walk through a gate.”
Al pushed ahead of his brother, closed his eyes and took a step.