Ecstasy – Flash Fiction from Prompt


                A crowd was forming at the base of the mottled granite plinth.  The stone was reminiscent of black-eyed peas, the beige and black slopped together in a way that was both elegant and nauseating.  In the space above the slab was a shape covered in a stark sheet.

Murmurs had begun to spread among the gathering, everywhere at once the question was being asked:

“What is it?”

No one person quite knew what the answer was but all minds were pitched against the question that hung around and clung to each of them like a grasping fog.  The curiosity was thick, creating a stew of unease and expectation.  Continue reading

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