Out of Hell

I finally kicked down the noisy neighbors’ door

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write, as part of a group, a flash fiction based on the same short prompt and post the story. Here’s my contribution.

After a week I couldn’t take their ceaseless off-key chanting anymore. One kick had the door smashed and them gaping. Grabbing the goblet some brat’s hand (a pimpled one at that), I sniffed the contents.

I snorted. “Cider? That’s summoning nothing.”

The boy flapped uselessly trying to grab the goblet back. Brushing him aside, I inspected their circle. Well drawn. Skilled hand that. But cider? “You trying to irk him from the start?” I asked.

“Yes, Habezon, I am.”

I’d recognize that voice on any plane. Peering at the girl, I tore through her guise. “When’d you get out, Lerach?”

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