draliman on life

It’s Friday and that means it’s time for Friday Fictioneers!

The goal is to write approximately 100 words, inspired by a photo which this week has been contributed by DLovering. Our host as always is Rochelle.

You can read all the other stories for this week by clicking on the little blue froggy. Here he is!

I’ve edited this a gazillion times and I’m still not entirely happy (I need about 30 more words!), but here it is anyway.

What with all this stuff at work I’m way behind with my reading but I promise I will try to catch up!

Copyright DLovering

The festival was over. For Manuel it had been most profitable. Wallets, assorted watches, rings… one ring caught his attention. It looked old. Really old. There was an inscription, written in a script he had never seen before.

He’d taken it from an old, gaunt man whose skin had felt like paper, and so cold – wrong somehow – as Manuel had crushed the life from him.

He put the ring on, suppressing a shudder as it seemed to melt into his flesh.

Far away, Galchallon, Lord of the Dark, smiled. New flesh to do his bidding. A new soul upon which to feast.

Yes, I know, I went with yet another demonic possession. Weird, huh? What’s going on in this head of mine?