Photo Prompt by Dale Rogerson


I managed to snag an invitation to the old bones annual ritual. A black robe and mask awaited me in the foyer with a note.

 ‘Wear only the robe and mask. Ascend the staircase. The chamber doors await.’

The room was dark, save a candelabra in the far corner casting shadows on the walls. Several robed figures knelt before the High Priest. He raised his head. Our eyes met.

‘Present your offering.’

I pulled the garlic from my robe. A collective ‘gasp’ filled the room.

The High Priest swooped in and whispered, ‘nicely played’ as he gorged on my neck.


Another flash fiction story written for the Friday Fictioneers. A big shout out to Rochelle @Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for hosting Friday Fictioneers. The weekly challenge is to write a story of no more than 100 words based on the photo prompt. This story is exactly 100 words!

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