A Final Nightcap
·65 words·1 min
Flash Fiction
Her fingertips caressed the cabinet’s cool ivory inlays, surrounded by dark mahogany.
“This is exquisite!”
“Been in the family forever. In the diaries it’s called the spirit box.”
“Even back then, eh? And yes, I would like a drink,” she said with a sly smile, while opening the doors.
“No! It’s not that kind…”
His words cut off as a dark cloud filled the room.