So different in the cold light of day – just desolate scrubland and parts of this ruined wall.
Sickened and shaky, Rosie walked around, trying to remember.
Some party! Streamers morphing into snakes, frothy gloop dripping from the ceiling -she had her hankie – it could be analysed… But her date, John? – He hadn’t followed her outside! Who were those people? Whose house was it? Why was it not there now? Was she dreaming, needing to wake up?
Amongst shallow ashened rubble lay a pair of spectacles – John’s! She must report a missing person however unbelievable her tale…
100words exactly!!! (Image from pixabay.com)
Flash fiction is such a challenge!
I was writing for the 100wordsstory challenge at Blogger’s World with the prompt ‘madhouse’ – the text at the top of this post is what’s left after writing more than 600 words and realising I had gone much too far with it!