That table and those chairs remained empty for some time, as if they had been cursed by the events. Few who were there would doubt such an explanation.
A fierce argument had taken place, secrets had been revealed- and not just those that were spoken aloud.
Many of those who turned their heads, either cautiously or without a care, to hear or to look saw it. At the peak of the cuckolded man’s anger they saw his true nature and feared for the lives of the others. One even claimed they foresaw the murders.
Demons cannot conceal their true nature.
A fierce argument had taken place, secrets had been revealed- and not just those that were spoken aloud.
Many of those who turned their heads, either cautiously or without a care, to hear or to look saw it. At the peak of the cuckolded man’s anger they saw his true nature and feared for the lives of the others. One even claimed they foresaw the murders.
Demons cannot conceal their true nature.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (but not blogged in time for the link-up (nowhere near, infact, yet it was finished in time!; sorry):
PHOTO PROMPT-Copyright-Melanie Greenwood
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