Flash Fiction #11 – Murder Room

Cindy carries her son in her arms. 

The realtor was right;

the beautiful abandoned house is a bargain. 

Together, they enter the children’s room. 

“This is your room,” she coos. 


Ryley peeks up from his mother’s arms… 

Each of the four walls is an inviting color: 

yellow, blue, orange, and green. 

He loves the room, 

not knowing the walls 

were once splattered red with blood 

from a massacred family. 


The room will tell Ryley this secret 

in the dead of night. 

And in the morning, it’ll be empty again.

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