At long last, time for some Flash Fiction! Charli’s Flash Fiction prompt this week asks us to write about ‘an old mystery in the current time.’ Now, I love a good mystery. Enid Blyton has a great deal to do with that: with titles like ‘The Mystery of the Missing Necklace’, ‘The Disappearing Cat’ and, my favourite, ‘The Mystery of the Burnt Cottage’, I spent many a night as a girl reading in bed long after I should have been asleep.
But what is more mysterious than a walk through an ancient wood, and the stories it brings to mind? A walk at the weekend through Duncliffe Wood in Dorset inspired me for this week’s flash, as always, 99 words, no more, no less. I hope you enjoy it:
Rumours of a naked, red-headed woman living in the woods were rife amongst the locals at The Wooden Dog.
“I’ve seen her,” said Jim, gulping his ale. “Twice.”
“Probably George’s missus,” mumbled Burt.
“No -I heard she ran off with that toy-boy of hers to Spain.”
George spent his nights stumbling through the woods, half-crazed with desire for his long-absent wife.
And then, at last, bathed in moonlight, she came to him.
“Hello George,” she smiled, as she plunged a knife deep into his heart.
A vixen’s screams filled the air, awakening every villager. George’s body was never found.