Comes the Dark
An odd story choice to begin the year, or is it? • 100-WORD FICTION
This old house has fallen into utter ruin — tattered wallpaper, shredded draperies, the dusty remains of a carpet worn thin by my anxious pacing.
I have dwelt here for centuries, gathering darkness, ruminating, waiting for just the right moment. The day is coming for revealing my true self to the unsuspecting world. The poor sniveling fools.
In my old leather bag are six hundred sixty-six perverse disguises. Prevarication’s my middle name. It is time to unleash my full potential, time for a little … demonic fun, shall we say?
Let’s see just what these foolish, misguided mortals can be made to believe…
Croatian cellists, Luka Šulić and Stjepan Hauser, an electric performance of Antonio Vivaldi’s “Storm”
With my apologies. I don’t know where these weird things come from …
Shadow play. Hands down a spoof begins. Coyote calls, crows fly on walls. Box of characters waiting for light shadows to change into disguised specters of delight. A wall of moving images with Pachatantra delight. New Year’s beginning. What more stories do you hold in that box if treasures to unfold the past is present. Please me. The day and year is young.
Loved this Sharron. “Gathering darkness” paints a wonderful picture of evil biding its time 👍🏼