Late For Dinner
written by: Iris Taylor
@irisjtaylor
I was cutting across a field I’d cut across before when I noticed it. A curious wood door amongst the brush.
Dampness and decay assaulted me when I opened it. I descended some rickety steps and, at the bottom, gasped.
An intricate table filled the old root cellar. Around it sat six crushed velvet chairs. In each, a skeleton. Dressed to the nines in furs and other fineries. Dishes and gleaming silverware arranged neatly before them.
I never saw what was being served. One of the skeletons, seemingly motionless moments before, turned to me and rasped, “Care to join us?”
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