Photo courtesy: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Damned Town
Word count: 100
Lesley eyed the building while she polished the antiques. Its bleak façade hung like a gaping maw; rotted teeth below empty sockets, and its tongue rolled rock-strewn into the river.
Her gaze returned to inspect the wares on the windowsill; all polished and shiny, ready for another day of business. Lesley knew though, that by morning they would all be tarnished again.
That night, as every night, Hell’s presence rose through the devil’s portal, imparting its ancient malice into the water. Fetid fumes seeped up river banks, swarmed over trees and bled into buildings, coating everything in a dark patina.
Spiritual Biscuits 
Dark and creepy, I love it! I saw a face in that building too, but ended up going in a different direction.
That would be a personal Hell for me, having to clean and dust every day 🙂
Thank you! Yeah, I don’t go much cleaning at home; that’s what kids are for. 😉
Sounds like the old river Irwell, I knew it so well. I really liked this piece. …
I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Really well written. Fabulous descriptions.
Thank you!
Dark and disturbing, I enjoyed this. Very descriptive.
Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed.
Very dark and creepy. I’d move if I was her. Great take, now I can see the face too.
Thank you!
Alas I read those fumes as something very real (and maybe worse)… I saw some polluting factory ripping lungs and putting patina on metal…
I enjoyed your take on the prompt, and you handled it really well.
Dear Brit,
Now there’s a thankless job. At any rate she has job security, right? Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Great story. Love you header picture.