I’m participating in a different kind of flash fiction this week – the super short kind. This is the prompt, offered by Charli over at Carrot Ranch.
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that is told around a campfire. It can be a bonfire, burning trash can, a fire pit, something flaming outdoors. It can be a prop, and you can tell the story of anything — ghosts, ancients, jokes. Who is gathered and listening?
I gaze over the flames, at the young faces offering their attention. “You see, the treasure the boys found wasn’t just valuable. It was enchanted.”
“Enchanted?” My granddaughter scowls. “How?”
“Well,” I lean forward, “anyone who held a piece of it experienced something strange – they could absorb someone else’s life force. Their youth.”
“Heh.” Jackson huffs. “Nice story, Grandpa.”
The teen stands and heads for the tent, followed by his sisters.
I reach into my pocket, running my fingers over the ancient gem. Then, I touch my weathered face.
It won’t be weathered much longer. I’ve waited long enough.