“Do you like it, Mummy?” The room was lit solely by tiny birthday candles atop a cake. “A hundred and two today!”
Mum said nothing,though – never a word for twenty years. Instead, her soulless sockets were blank behind her skeleton frame.
Happy Birthday – micro
The Write Melony 
Ooh ! Candles inadvertently reminds us of birthdays but this was a chilly take on it. Enjoyed reading it.
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Hehe thanks! Leave it to me to turn something cheerful into something dark. Lol
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Creepy….I like it!
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Thanks! 😀
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Really scary ! Rather ‘Psycho-ish’!! Loved it! 🙂
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Thanks! 😄 I wonder if Norman Bates did the same thing. Hehe
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Another chilling tale…
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Now you’re channeling Norman Bates. I have the 800-number ready when you say when…;)
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Haha I did a little. But I’m not a psycho. Yet. Just a writer with a very strange search history. Hehe
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That’s how you know you’ve doing it right.
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Somebody has a hard time letting go. Creepy. Nice one.
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Hehe she does indeed. After 20 years she probably just thinks it’s normal. lol
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“her soulless sockets were blank behind her skeleton frame.” Nice imagery in those few words.
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Thanks! I rewrote those words a few times to get it within the word count. Sometimes less is more. ☺
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I know the pain. Word limits are so…. Grr. But you did it very well.
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Well, that escalated quickly.
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Bahaha it’s what I do best. 😄
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I made a face and went “nope nope nope!” So: well done, it’s extremely creepy!
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Hehe thanks! I might have cringed when I finished writing it. Haha
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creeeeeeeeeeeepy.
Me likey.
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Hehe thanks! 😀
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Ooooo…that was dark for a story about candles. I LOVE it.
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