Death Mask
"It won't come down, Mike. I've tried a jackhammers and sledgehammers but the wall won't budge." He was a big man and Michael knew if he couldn't take it down, then something was off. Pulling himself out from the fireplace he reached out for a helping hand.
"It's the curse of 'The Death Mask' " Dusting off his jeans, Michael walked toward his friend, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Leave it, we will work around it."
The above is my entry in the Visual Dare hosted by AnonymousLegacy. Each week you are given a prompt and must write a 100 word story based on the prompt.
Wow. This one certainly has the feel of a longer story -- would like to know what magic or curse keeps the wall in tact, and whether "working around it" will work, or only make circumstances worse. Deliciously ambiguous. Well done!
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