Friday Fictioneer: Curses
Copyright -Mary Shipman
The house was over 200 years old. Father built it when I was five. I have lived in it ever since.
Not by my choice.
At 21, I fell in love with an older married man. His wife was a witch.
She turned him into an ass.
I was cursed to live without love for the rest of my life. As long as the house stood, I could never leave, not even in death.
For more than 200 years I have been bound to this house.
Today a tornado turned the house into rubble.
It no longer stands.
Today I’m free.
The End
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a tragedy that became someone’s greatest blessing. fabulos story
Thank you. ;0)
Phyllis, Good story. I’m glad she’s finally free. That was a rough 79 years. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
Thanks, Susan.
I started with finding something, then thought no. How about a release instead.
So glad you liked.
Phyllis
Lucky the house was built in a location prone to the occasional natural disaster. I’m glad she finally broke free.
Ah yes, Luck. If only she had struck sooner. But at least she did make it and set one poor soul free.
She turned him into an ass (maybe he already WAS one). Glad she’s free. Where will she go? ….to be continued?
I think that’s why the wife could so easily turn him, he was already was an ass.
As for the ghost, I think she moved went into the light and finally found rest.
Glad you liked it. Phyllis
Now that was kind of sad! And yet again, making me think (hopefully) that it was an intro to a full-length piece.
Interesting. I hadn’t thought of it.
I seem to have several of these little pieces that I’d like to make into longer stories. Some I have, some are waiting until it get around to it.