It was the most beautiful house on the harbor, resting on pylons in the shallows surrounded by water lilies and draped in wisteria. The Otis Family lived there for over a hundred years…until the fire.
I remember the flames lapping the night sky turning it an angry red, the heavy smoke eclipsing the full moon. That night I became acquainted with death and the fragility of life.
I visit the harbor when I am home. T’was the flu that kept me from the party that night. The stupid flu that nearly took my life that summer saved me.
kat ~ 4 February 2016
A flash of fiction in response to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields weekly Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Story Challenge. This week the story is inspired by Erin Leary’s photo above. If you would like to ready other stories or enter your own, click HERE.