Rules were the same as last time- we get a picture and have to write about it with 100 words or less. You write, you read, some poor person draws a lottery ticket and is stoned to death. It’s a good time for all!
Genre: Supernatural Fiction
Word Count: 100
It’s back. This time it’s in my work cubicle.
I put a box in front of it so it can’t stare at me.
Invoices, the box says.
More like, voices in my head.
“I’m sorry,” I say to it. “But at least you were delicious.”
It doesn’t seem happy with that. I think. It’s hard to tell.
Suddenly, a thought hits me. If it’s here at work, it’s not where it’s usually haunting me- back home. I run to tell my boss that my stomach is upset so I can take the day off and maybe get a moment’s peace.
Good luck, you brave writer folk!