Note: The following was written as part of ISLF friend Eric Douglas’ Halloween-themed 100-word-story challenge. Please visit Books By Eric for more spooky tales.
“Tronie,” Henner said, scraping clay from his hands.
“Aren’t they paintings?” Joseph asked. “Archetypal portraits?” He loved the old sculptor’s studio. Had for as long as he could remember.
“Booooring, Joey. Real Housewives is on.” Khloe smacked her gum. Henner had introduced them last month.
Henner chuckled. “Usually. But I trained in the school of ben Bezalel. You know, I don’t think you two are good together.”
He passed a hand over Khloe’s forehead, smudging the luminous lettering suddenly shining beneath her skin.
She sagged, collapsed—a formless lump of earth.
“Better,” Henner said.
The flesh above Joseph’s brows burned.
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