Ice Cold Hands – 100 Word Microfiction Short Story

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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Ice Cold Hands

 

He stumbles forward, desperately clutching at his chest while She smiles slyly with an almost wicked glimmer in her eyes. She places her untouched cup of coffee back on the bench as he collapses to the cold floor of the igloo.

“Too many long days have I suffered,” she hisses, spitting a spray of saliva as the words escape her mouth. “You have kept me here, and I will be held NO MORE!”

“FELICITY, STOP THIS! NO ONE IS KEEPING YOU HERE! NO ONE IS MAKING YOU DO ANYTHING, NOT ANYMORE. LET SARAH GO, AND I’LL HELP YOU FIND PEACE.”

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