She looked in his vacant eyes. A
pool of black ooze remained at the feet of the unholy creature. His gaping maw
still open in ravaging suspended furry. Jessica brought the flame around and
waved it at the statue. Just before it could seize her she had thrown the
bottle of elixir down the beast’s screaming throat. As the witch had promised
the prophecy was complete and the gargoyle was turned back to stone. Never
again will Jessica be the same and never again will she play Once Along The Bell Tower.
Thanks for reading. Please let me know what you thought. I wrote this micro fiction as a challenge to make something from start to end with very few words but no less excitement.
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