Faces
"What do you want!" The helpless woman fought the restraints that bound her to the chair; beneath her a cracked concrete floor and above a
bare light-bulb hanging from the ceiling.
"If it is money you want, take my purse."
Crying, she began rocking from side to side hoping to tilt the chair to its side; three faces appear, stopping her attempted escape.
Each pale, with ghoulish red eyes and charcoal lips stared at her brooding: the middle one parted it lips enough for a hideous green serpentine tongue to escape.
"Money means nothing to us; we want your powers," all three heads said in sync.
"If it is money you want, take my purse."
Crying, she began rocking from side to side hoping to tilt the chair to its side; three faces appear, stopping her attempted escape.
Each pale, with ghoulish red eyes and charcoal lips stared at her brooding: the middle one parted it lips enough for a hideous green serpentine tongue to escape.
"Money means nothing to us; we want your powers," all three heads said in sync.
"Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction. " via Lillie McFerrin Writes