A Question – Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge now presented by Susan Spaulding, who has taken over this great weekly prompt from my old friend Al Forbes.
And this week’
s fabulous photo is by me!
Shucks, I feel quite important now.

The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.

© C. E. Ayr


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A Question

I hear them shrieking in the night.
The screams are loud, piercing, terrifying.
My blood runs cold every time.
I knew him quite well.
We weren’t friends, but he was also a regular visitor to the little café on the port.
We would watch the rugby, chat about the usual stuff, weather, politics, tourists.
He was a quiet, inoffensive little man.
Or so we all thought.
It was a shock when he slaughtered his wife and children.
Apparently inside the house was horrific, blood everywhere.
He strolled into the Gendarmerie, told the cops exactly what happened.
He was chopping wood when he got annoyed with his wife’s nagging.
He followed her into the kitchen, almost decapitated her.
When the children started screaming he chased them down, one after another, and butchered them.
Two little girls and a boy, barely a toddler.
He left the chopper on the kitchen table, washed his hands, and went to the police.
Now the house is being demolished.
Well, no one would buy it, would they?
Everyone knows it is haunted.
So I have a question.
Where do restless, wretched spirits go when their home is obliterated?
You see, I live next door.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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14 Responses to A Question – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. willow88switches says:

    Ouch! And damn good question.

    I love the tone, so clipped and matter of fact. Yet the words tell the chilling tale. (all too often true) …but then, the shift to the question is, of course, the absolute punch line.

    Interesting photo too – I see it’s credited as being of your eye/camera – definitely an open-ended image to allow the mind to wander in all directions – Cheers!

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  2. Mike says:

    It looks like him took the axe to the house also.

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  3. kasturi says:

    Oh God, this was so scary! Well done, Keith!!

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  4. Em says:

    That was chilling, from start to finish.

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  5. Susan says:

    Great story C.E. Your defusion of horror with a simple question is masterful

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  6. Susan says:

    Great story C.E. Your defusion of the horror with a simple question is masterful.

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  7. Ahhh, chilling tale. I suspect the ghosts will stay on the property, no matter the structure built there. Good job!!

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  8. I’m seeing a different side to you his week! Not that I’m suggesting this a true tale, of course, at least I trust it’s not!

    Click to visit Keith’s Ramblings!

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  9. Corine Gouy says:

    Décapitée ! Gloups, il y a d’autres façons de perdre la tête. 🙃

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  10. James says:

    Chilling tale, especially that last bit. Knowing he’d murdered little children, I hope the haunts decide to take up residency in his prison cell.

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  11. A chilling story, wonderfully written.

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  12. Iain Kelly says:

    Time to call in the realtor, I’m sure someone will still snap up the location.

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