Here comes my offering for the Friday Fictioneers. This time, forcing the story into 100 words was a bit of a pain. I hope the meaning still comes through. I haven’t read any of the other entries yet, I hope I’m not too close to other people’s ideas. But anyway, thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, for these great prompts, and the great, supportive community. I’m so glad to have found it. Here is a link to all the other entries for this week’s prompt:
And here’s my take on the prompt:
Dusting this is a pain, Laura thought while cleaning the crystal cluster her new friend Daphne had given her a year ago.
“Isn’t that expensive?” Laura had asked.
Laura had been suspicious, did Daphne belong to some esoteric cult and wanted to proselytize?
Daphne, however, had become a wonderful friend: compassionate, supportive, and fun.
“I’ll come a bit later than planned, don’t go anywhere.” Daphne had called earlier.
As if. Laura always looked forward to their time together.
Suddenly that crystal produced a low, pleasant hum. A shape in the sky darkened the window. Then the attack began.