This is a submission for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/, prompted by the photo below, which was kindly provided by Yarnspinner.

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Soon darkness would fall and their lights would appear.

The signal was just how they’d described it – furniture aligned with precision, a pristine square of green, plants like soldiers on parade.

Everything would have been ready months ago if the neighbour hadn’t kept holding parties in the garden.  She couldn’t alert him, so every night she sneaked out and rearranged everything.

Afterwards, she’d reassure them that she really wanted to come, but someone was getting in the way.  The advice was always the same – “keep trying, Alice, your diligence shows us we were right to select you.”

Last night she couldn’t hold back tears of frustration, even though they might have rejected her as weak.

“Don’t worry,” the voices answered, “this shows us you’re strong.  You know what to do.”

She knew.  It was easier than expected; who would be wary of that silly woman next door?  She’d arranged his body with perfect symmetry.  They were pleased.

Soon they would be here to take her away…

167 words

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10 Responses to Voices

  1. jellico84 says:

    What an evil little tale. Loved it!


  2. Great story! Seems like something very sinister is going on!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Iain Kelly says:

    Not entirely sure what was happening, but it was definitely nasty and sinister!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. michael1148humphris says:

    I wondered about the back story, is this a psychotic episode.,


    • JS Brand says:

      Right on target there, Michael. The garden was so meticulously laid out that it struck me as the work of an obsessive gardener (not that there’s anything wrong with that!). It reminded me of two real people – one was a colleague’s neighbour, who the colleague swore could kill weeds just by giving them a withering look. The other was a lady whose house I visited to carry out some work. She was convinced that aliens were talking to her through the plumbing and giving her instructions. Thankfully she wasn’t homicidal. I tried to get help for her, but little happened as she wasn’t regarded as a threat to herself or anyone else. Sadly there are lots of people in a similar situation.

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