Flash Frenzy - Round 54 - 358 words
Three hours of crawling through slimy storm drains gained
Francis entry into Elder Phelps’ wine cellar.
Grate out of the way, he climbed onto the cool stone floor and collapsed
on his back. He considered this poorly
planned mission as he regained his composure.
There had been no time for decent recon.
The recent televised sacrifice of his Oxnard neighbors demanded an
instant response from his 666er cell. He
assumed it would be a one way trip.
He shined his flashlight around the room. There were barrels and wine racks filled with
bottles. Above him hung a chain with an iron
ring. He shined his light on the
grate. At once he knew what the chain
and ring were for.
Finding his way down a long narrow hall, he found the stairs
leading to the kitchen. The map
indicated he was to take the servant stairway on his right to the second
floor. The master bedroom was the first
door on the left.
Making no sound, he found his way to the bedroom door. He thought it odd there were no bodyguards along
his route. It was too easy. Francis shook it off, took some deep breaths,
and pulled his knife out. Ever so slowly
he turned the knob. It was unlocked.
This was it. Time for
some payback. He passed through the door
and worked his way silently to the bed.
A small night light plugged in near the bed was the room’s only light. A covered figure lay on the bed. Francis stood some moments over the bed, the grip
of his knife slick with sweat. He wanted
to look Elder Phelps in the eye when he slit his throat. He pulled back the covers, and immediately
stumbled back in shock. He began to
retch and cough. Laying there was Mrs.
Simmons, ravaged and bloody. She was his
friend and neighbor and one of the sacrificed he came to avenge.
From the shadows, ”That’s right, we knew you were coming.” Francis turned as Elder Phelps and two of his
AAG goons came toward him.
“Take him back to the wine cellar. I will be down shortly.”
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Image courtesy of Ashwin Rao
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