Flash Fiction: The Shed in the Mirror

The Dark Netizen

A mirror reflectingNothing abnormal. That is how mirrors work. Right?

Recently, I had come across a garage sale. An old man had put up the sale, it was not going well. No customers, and the lawn was filled with junk. I exited my car and decided to check it out. Among all the balderdash objects for sale I noticed a mirror priced at peanuts. It’s reflection showed the shed. A lady went inside it, followed by the old man, axe in hand.

“Please pay in the shed.”

I ran away before the old man could say or do anymore.


Word Count: 100

Prompts:

Friday Fictioneers 31st August, 2018

DAILY THREE-WORD PROMPT 1st September, 2018

BrewNSpew Cafe – August 27, 2018

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  1. Yeah, I’d probably feel the same….

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  2. Haha… I think I may have ran too… Great piece of writing and share… You don’t here the world Balderdash as often these days.. 🙂
    Love and Blessings your way ❤

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  3. Eek! That’s a nice unexpected twist, Eugenia. I love it! 😀

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  4. “Bye now!” (The cops will be here soon.)

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