This is my entry into this week’s Sunday photo fiction challenge. In this challenge we are given a picture that we used to inspire a story of around 200 words. This is the picture that we were given:
As she went past the room Olivia stopped and found herself backtracking along the corridor so that she could peer inside. Mark had been beside her casually chatting when he noticed that she had stopped. He walked backwards and placed his hand on the wooden door frame.
Olivia twisted her head to acknowledge his existence, and then jabbed a finger in front of her to point at the thing that had caught her attention. “What is that?” She almost whispered the question, the words making a hissing sound as they escaped her lips.
Mark looked inside, but could see nothing except a crystal ball sitting innocently on the desk. “It is just a crystal ball, Olivia. Why? Are you going to tell me my future?”
“It’s glowing green!”
“Don’t be so stupid,” Mark scoffed as he began to walk away. “Come on, we are going to be late for dinner, and you know that mum hates that.”
Olivia stared after her brother, not quite believing that he had missed something that obvious. That was when she realised that her mother had been right in saying that only the women of the family were able to see into the spirit world.