She caught a glimpse of him slipping indoors, and she followed, suspecting he was evading her. Barefoot, she padded softly across the cool floor in the dimly lit room. It smelled of oranges in here. Soon there was light again, coming from the top of a staircase. There was also a darker set of stairs. Which was the right way to go? Her instincts told her to head for the light, but she began to worry that it wasn’t the path he’d choose. As soon as she reached the bright staircase, she impetuously turned and headed into the deeper darkness.
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Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge 73.
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I like the word glimpse. It’s so much more interesting than just plain looking.
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Yes me too
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Very interesting!
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Thanks 🙂
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🙏🙏🙏
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Why oranges??🤔🍊
I always want to ask “… then what happened?”😻
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Oranges=death
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Interesting… Blood oranges or the smell of oranges and strong flowers to disguise decay before embalming… hmmmm….
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I don’t know about that, but oranges were a sign of coming doom in the Godfather, then a bunch of other films used it too. I found this link…
https://uproxx.com/tv/a-brief-history-of-oranges-and-how-they-foreshadow-death/
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Huh… cool beans! I’ll check it out.
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“…headed into the deeper darkness.” I like that line. Some people seem to be compelled to move toward the deeper darkness.
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Thanks!
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