Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:
For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, the reading is about to begin.
Here’s my contribution:
The suit drove to the clearing off Marshall, the place where grandfather’s house had stood for two centuries until it was consumed in a suspicious conflagration.
“Why are we here?” Micah’s annoyance simmered as they exited the Suburban.
“For the reading of the inheritance statement, of course.” The suit swayed heel to toe, his hands in his pockets, his lips peeled back exposing two perfect rows of bony nubs.
“There’s nothing here but an empty lot and bad memories.”
“Hold out your hand, Micah.” The suit pressed a skeleton key into Micah’s palm. Suddenly, three doors arose from the earth.