Maniacal laughter from the street
Though rain and cold should drive everyone indoors
Won’t stop
Mechanical?
So repetitious
A Halloween doll on someone’s porch
Set off by a passing hand.
But no. It changes,
Rising in pitch,
Becoming desperate.
A lunatic released from the asylum?
A quick check, twitch of the curtain.
Ah….
It’s nothing
But a drunken witch.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
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