Thanks again to Laura at www.officemango.com for the visual nudge for a bit of flash fiction under 350 words with this latest photo prompt:
‘He’s been saying for weeks that they’ve been coming for him – at night, at his window. We’ve ignored him, told him that he’s been seeing things, and now this.’
The detective placed a hand on her shoulder in an effort to calm her.
Haven, she remembered his name again, he’d introduced himself as soon as he’d stepped into the house. Detective Inspector George Haven. ‘Haven’ – Like a place of safety she’d thought – that must be a good sign – she’d take comfort in that.
‘You couldn’t have seen this coming.’ He said. ‘Couldn’t have predicted this. What we have here is, well, very unusual – you cannot blame yourself for this, Eva. You must keep reminding yourself of that.’
At the foot of the garden the fire continued to blaze from its place in the wheelbarrow stood there, sparks from the fireworks flying amongst the flames. Whatever was inside burned ferociously.
‘I got this.’ The younger of the two detectives rushed past, the fire extinguisher he’d grabbed from the patrol car held before him as he advance on the flames, setting loose a blast of foam onto them.
‘He said he’d caught one, killed one at last – and then he ran – just disappeared into the street. No idea where my baby boy has gone.’ Eva began to sob.
Haven needed to push, still was unclear as to to what he was hearing.
‘Killed who? One of what?’ He said.
Eva looked up at him with reddened and tear filled eyes.
‘A witch.’ She said sternly. ‘He said he’d caught and killed a witch.’
Behind her, Haven saw his colleague drop the extinguisher, his hand going to his mouth in shock as his mind and eyes finally made a connection for him, confirming what he was seeing. A charred body was set reaching up out from the ashes, the face turned directly towards him, the mouth open in a silent and frozen scream.