Photo Credit: J. Hardy Carroll

“Shhhhh…(whispering) Look! Just in front of the blue door. Do you see them?!”

“Oh wow! Yeah, I see ‘em. Heard about the “Three Graces”. Wow!”

The “Three Graces”?

“Well the story is that those three little girls died in a fire in the church back in 1907. Sad story. See how they’ve bricked up the windows? Used to be stained glass. The blaze was so hot there was nothing left of them. Sad. 

Quick! Get a picture with your phone. Nobody’s gonna believe this!

I never woulda’ believed it if I hadn’t see ‘em myself. But there they are!”

~kat ~11 November 2015

(99 Words/Genre: Supernatural Fiction)

This story in response to Friday Fictioneer’s 100 Word Story Challenge (Photo prompt provided by J. Hardy Carroll). If you would like to read more stories or participate in the challenge, click HERE.

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“Phone booth? Who has phone booths theses days? What’s the house number?” 

“Don’t worry about that. You’ll know when you get here.” I could hear the wide grin on her face. 

“Ok. See you soon.” 

Sandy was right. How could I miss it? 

It was Beansie! That old car took us on many an adventure. Hanging out at the Burger Barn, roller skating, football games, movie nights. She was a silent witness to our teenage angst. The hopes, fears and dreams we shared back before life got complicated. 

Old Beansie wasn’t burning any rubber these days. But seeing her brought back so many memories.  

“I can’t believe you still have Beansie!” 

Sandy smiled.“It’s so good seeing you! How long has it been?” 

“Too long!” 

She and I spent hours remembering.

~kat ~ 9 November 2015
148 Words

This story prompted by Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) weekly challenge. To read more stories or participate, click HERE.