At midnight, Josephine Smith stood at the top of the clock tower. She was both excited and anxious.
All week long, she’d felt this sense of deja vu. As she sipped her coffee every morning, she’d watched her neighbors do the same thing day after day. First, Tasha, her neighbor across the street would storm out to her car, probably just had an argument with her husband. Then, Tony, her next door neighbor would greet, “Howdy, Mrs. Smith,” and start his mower.
Josephine would smile and continue to seep her coffee. Today, she scurried back into the house and woke her husband. “Teddy, wake up.”
“What?” He groaned.
“Something’s wrong.” She paced around the bedroom just as the phone rang. “Hello?” Josephine answered anxiously.
“Josephine Smith. I know how you feel. Meet me on top of the clock tower at midnight and I’ll explain.” A deep voice said on the other line and hung up.
“Hello, Josephine.” Josephine jumped at the voice. She turned and came face-to-face with a hooded man.
“W-who are you?”
“I’m your destiny.” He answered, shoving her backward.
(~175 words)
I am participating in Priceless Joy’s flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.
The first part of your story reminded me of Hubby. Today he gave me the low-down on our neighbors. He was interrogating them about all of the goings-on at their house over the winter. I told him he sounded like a nosey neighbor. Anyway, very nice story!
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Ha ha, that’s so funny. Thanks for reading.
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Nice story! The ending really surprised me 🙂 Great stuff 🙂
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Thank you.
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And Josephine went SPLAT! Gruesomely funny. Hahaha!
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Haha, that was kinda cool!
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Thanks.
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I liked your story. As soon as you said “clock tower” I thought of the shootings in Texas and knew this would not be good. Great suspense, but who besides an idiot visits a clock tower at midnight?
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Thank you so much. 🙂
I think it’s the kind of idiot that’s very curious and it’s bothered by the deja vu. 😀
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Very eerie turn of events. I was intrigued from beginning to end.
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Interesting story! I like the ending. Just thought I’d point out that it’s ‘sip’ and ‘sipped’ not ‘seep’ and ‘seeped’. 🙂
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Thanks, I’m glad you like it and thank you for pointing out the error. I went back and fixed it. The engineer part of my brain must had been working when I was writing this story since the word “seep” has a lot of usage in the engineering world.
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Ooh, a gruesome ending for Josephine. I wasn’t expecting her to be shoved off like that, but you did a good job of building up the suspense. Something was obviosly not right about meeting someone at the clock tower at midnight. Good story, Yinglan. 🙂
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Thank you.
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Never go to the top of a clock tower without a rifle 😛
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Yup. 😀
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So she was already at the clock tower?
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Yes. I went backward with this story.
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love it Yinglan – great sense of intrigue, great story!
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Thank you so much!
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I found this really intriguing. I literally said out loud “oh my god” at the last line. Wow! This a great mystery.
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Thank you.
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Oh gawd! This sounds like a bad ending for Josephine 😦
Ellespeth
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Yes it does.
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