By K. Sharronne
Rain tapped the window as Marla held the old brass key, its edges worn smooth by time. It had fallen from a dusty library book she’d never planned to check out. Something tugged at her: a memory—or a mystery. She followed the pull, walking blocks until her feet stopped outside a shuttered antique shop she’d passed for years. The door creaked open at her touch. Inside: silence, velvet chairs, ticking clocks. A locked drawer behind the counter waited. The key fit. Inside: photos of her as a child in places she’d never been. A note: ‘Welcome back, we missed you.’
Love this, very spooky! I’m keen to read more, well done.
Strange and wonderful. Loved it.
Well done . Perfectly weird.
Intriguing. What happens next…
Weird but wonderful, thanks for posting
Thanks for the positive feedback. You never know