Participating in the Flash Fiction Challenge prompt – Horror
Fire in her Blood
He watched as she stared into the fire, flames casting glowing red shadows on jet black hair, her eyes lost in the dance of flames. He turned to me and confided, “Sometimes, she frightens me.”
“You don’t know her at all do you?” His furrowed brow told me he did not understand.
I watched as the shadow of flames licked at her body and saw her smile. “She is the descendant of witches that they burned. That fire still flows in her veins. When she stares into the flames and smiles, believe me, you should be afraid, be. very. afraid.”