An Irrational Childhood Fear

After another long hiatus I return with a flash fiction offering for  Friday Fictioneers!  Thanks, as always, goes out to Rochelle at Addicted to purple!

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An Irrational Childhood Fear

Returning as an adult for the reading of grandmother’s will, Madeline recalled when Grandmother had ordered the heavy bronze chandeliers. She hated them at once, and had always imagined that they would lower themselves down, clamp onto her head, and suck her brains out. She’d always given them a wide berth.
Musing about her silly childish fear of the lights, Madeline now found them quite lovely. It was then that Charley, her six-foot-five cousin, twice removed, walked under the chandelier.
She watched in horror as his hair grazed the central rosebud.    The chandelier dropped, clamping tightly onto his skull.

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Word count:  100

For some really great takes on this weeks prompt just click the little blue frog…

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47 thoughts on “An Irrational Childhood Fear

    • Lynda says:

      Thank you, Yolanda! I just read yours and loved your attention to detail using an economy of words! BTW, I left you a comment about your story this week, and it seems to have spontaneously combusted. 😦 Maybe the chandeliers ate it?

    • Lynda says:

      I think not, Patrick. Charley, being twice removed had very tall ancestors on his father’s side. Whereas, everyone in Madeline’s family was quite short. However, there were more than a few incidents in the past where she was left wondering about the accidents involving housekeeping, ladders, and the use of feather dusters. Those involved had tales to tell, and although they were never fired many nevertheless chose to end their employment.

    • Lynda says:

      Lori, the spawn of my Macabre? Stephen King, The Twilight Zone, Ray Bradbury, Alfred Hitchcock, The Outer Limits, and many more. I grew up loving to get the cr@p scared out of me! I used to read late at night when the Santa Ana winds howled into the window frames and around the corners of our house, because it added to the ambiance. Glad you found it witty, though I don’t think it is one of my best. 😉

    • Lynda says:

      Dear Rochelle,

      Thank you for your visit. I’m confident that I could do better if I kept at it more regularly! I appreciate your hard work to keep us writing. 🙂

      Shalom,
      Lynda

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