Wednesday, 29 July 2015

                                        Photo prompt © G L MacMillan
The phone rang. He froze in fear. The bottles shuddered.
“What an idiot I was?  Why did not I refuse? I had promised to her that I would not get involved, not anymore. What will she think if she learns that I have let her down?”   
But there was no going back. The consequences would be terrifying.  
The phone would not stop ringing.
He lost his nerve. He locked himself in the room and disconnected the phone.
But it was foolish of him to think that he could evade his destiny. The bottles screamed when they opened the door, violently.
A post for Friday Fictioneerson a picture prompt.
Word count 100