Fleeing the Curse

This is my response to the Friday Fictioneers prompt for December 5. The challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo prompt. Play along by writing your own, reading others and/or commenting on the flashes we fictioneers create. The photo prompt this week comes from Janet Webb. My piece this week weighs in at exactly 100 words.

Copyright Janet Webb

Copyright Janet Webb

Fleeing the Curse

Stella could feel the ghosts of her ancestors in the sting of the north wind. Their tragic, icy hands grasped for hers. In recent memory, luck had not fallen to the McCully house. She felt regret upon leaving the family homestead for the city but believed it her only viable option.

On the train, Stella imagined she could hear the chains of the family curse breaking. She ignored the rattle in her chest, convinced herself that the warm air of her new employer’s home would soothe her aching lungs.

The following week, a crimson-soaked handkerchief fell from Stella’s lifeless hand.