Skip to main content

Reflection #FridayFictioneers

The quaint, English room seemed perfect to ease out my tired, work-worn muscles over the long weekend.

I was particularly taken in by the huge mirror on one side of the room that reflected off the valance-framed windows on the other side, with several books lined up on its sill. Even the hotel knew of its book-loving guest, I thought amusedly.

As I caught my reflection in the mirror a shiver ran down my spine. I was accompanied by the old manager who had regaled me with the villa’s haunted history.

But, I could not see him in the mirror.

Copyright – Janet Webb
_____________________
Word count:100
_____________
100 word story written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can post one of your own or read the other entries here.

Comments

  1. Replies
    1. ha, glad! since that's what I intended, Naba :-)

      Delete
  2. OOps! You've left your character in a tight spot. Best to play it cool and get out of there--or is it already too late.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Replies
    1. Kp sir! thank you much and so glad to have you comment here :-)

      Delete
  4. Ooh ! Or is the manager dead and moving around with her as a ghost ?

    ReplyDelete
  5. Ooohh ... haunted indeed!! Good one.. :)

    ReplyDelete
  6. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO......I sleep alone.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Awww...you know Hanuman chalisa?? ;-)

      Delete
  7. haha! Good one! :) Liked the way you penned it down Uma :)

    ReplyDelete
  8. Dear Uma,

    Lace curtains and books be damned. It's time to find another hotel.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    ReplyDelete
  9. Uma, Only a ghost hunter would appreciate that type of surprise. It was really spooky. Well written. : ) ---Susan

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. haha, yes, Susan, and thanks a lot for the read and appreciating :-)

      Delete
  10. Dear Uma, I can hear eerie music in the background, moaning with an echo, darkness now. And, then you have the invisible hotel clerk. CREEPY GOOD! Love it, love it, love it! Thanks!
    Nan :)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Wow, you added the extra zing needed for this post with the special effects. Thank you, thank you for the lovely comment, Nan :-)

      Delete

Post a Comment

Would love to hear from you :-)
Also, please click the subscribe by Email link below the comment form to get follow-up comments to your inbox..

Popular posts from this blog

An irrational dream

Pazhaniraja Elangovan trudged his way up the small slope on his rusty bicycle, a hand-me-down from one of his rare kind-hearted clients. A package, a heavy brown carton lay tied to the backseat with several ropes. The chains creaked as he pedaled harder on the slope.

Sweat trickled down his shiny brown face. Tiny buds of fresh acne dotted his forehead and chin area that was also beginning to sprout hair.

"Pazhani, don't keep loitering out in the hot sun," his Amma often chided him gently.

Pazhaniraja would dismiss his Amma's plea with silence.

She had suffered enough bringing him up single-handedly but was still worldly naive. What did she know about managing a part-time job as a local delivery boy, a night school, and a full-time dream? thought Pazhani irritatedly but also controlled his tongue.

His dream. Yes, he dreamed of owning his own business someday and making lots of money. He had many ideas but needed time to work on them.

Today, he thought excitedly. Wedn…

Bhutan: The last leg of our journey at Paro and a round up

Did you read the last post about how we made it to the top of the Takstang Monastery? If not, please do go back and read it.
Before I continue, here's a check-list that will come in handy for travelers.
Things to keep in mind while visiting the Taktsang or the Tiger's Nest Monastery 
1. You are supposed to be fully clothed while visiting this one or any other monastery/temple or Dzong in Bhutan. Which means you cannot wear short skirts, shorts, capris or the likes. Even your hands must be covered, so choose a full or three-fourth sleeved suit, top or shirt. Alternatively, you can wear a jacket or shrug.
2. Use of photography/video is prohibited in the inner sanctum of all temples and monasteries. At the Tiger's Nest, you have to surrender your backpacks with mobiles outside with the security. There are no lockers but like I said earlier, it's absolutely safe even without the lockers.
3. Wear a good quality and comfortable pair of sports shoes if you're trekking to …

The fault in our stares #100-wordfiction

He offered to walk her to the station. She sensed his well-toned arm within the suede jacket brushing against her slender, bare one as they tried to match their uneven strides. He leaned in suddenly towards her ear to whisper something. Her tensed muscles relaxed even as her full-throated laughter echoed through the dimly-lit streets. As the wind teased, his hands enveloped her from behind draping the jacket over her.

Despite enjoying the pleasant company, she felt at unease. She instinctively knew they weren't alone that night.

The judgemental stares turned into full-blown gossip by the time she came home.

______
100-word fiction story written for a prompt "The fault in our stares" at the BarAThon second edition.