Friday Fictioneers (or Fiddlehead Swamp)

fiddlehead swamp              Photo Prompt- © Dale Rogerson

They were stuck. In a swamp. And night was quickly approaching. Jack and Annie sat in their car, shocked that both tires had blown, sending them careening off off the road. Jack looked at his phone, but there was no service. Spotting a light in the distance and with nothing else to do, they stepped out. The water ice cold around their ankles, they suddenly heard bubbling, like boiling water. Annie, screamed. Her legs became entwined in hastily growing fiddleheads. Her screams pierced the air as she sank into the murky water. Jack pulled, but could not stop her from submerging. Then silence. Terrified, he ran for the house across the street. Frantically, he knocked. An elderly lady with an unusually long nose answered the door. A black cat circled under feet, smiling.

Here is my attempt at a bit horror. Not exactly gruesome, though hopefully scary enough. Happy Halloween!

This is a story in 100 words (oops, I many have gone a bit over this week) for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle-Wisoff-Fields based on the photo above. Click the blue frog to read more stories inspired by this photo!


26 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers (or Fiddlehead Swamp)

  1. Very Halloweeny. Can a cat smile? I know the Cheshire cat did but then he could smile without the cat, if you see what I mean. And echo in a swamp? Technical nit-pickiness aside, I liked it. Good build up of tension.

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