Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Melissa R. Mendelson @melissmendelson @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Under the Blue Night Sky
by Melissa R. Mendelson

Hannaford was hit hard by the hurricane, and the town was dead silent.  There were no lights on anywhere.  The cars looked like empty shells scattered to the side, but the streets were filled with people.  They acted like it was just another summer’s night, and the rain falling down did not bother them.  And the night sky was filled with glowing, blue butterflies.
I had my men capture all the blue butterflies.  There was a factory a short distance away, and it was a miracle that the funnel cloud had missed it.  The people did not seem to mind the debris or broken streets.  They just continued to wander around without saying a word, glancing at the blue butterflies that fluttered in their containment bottle, and the truck drove past the people, who barely stepped out of the way.  And the factory rose up into our view along with a young girl, who trailed behind the truck on her bicycle.
The young girl kept pace with the truck.  Her blue eyes shined against the dark.  Her gaze never shifted from the butterflies except to briefly meet mine.  She continued to follow us until the truck parked at the factory gates, and I thought then that she would approach us.  Instead, she waited on her bicycle, watching us go inside.
Once in the factory, I had my men place the containment bottle into the furnace.  I glanced over my shoulder and looked through the open doors.  The girl was still there, watching us, and then I watched the butterflies go up in blue smoke.  I knew that they were radioactive, but how did they escape?  Why did they come to this town?  I looked back at the girl, but she was gone.  Her bicycle was still there, and its wheels slowly spun around.
My men and I left the factory, and I rode up front, looking for the girl.  Where did she go, and why did she leave her bicycle behind?  Then, as the truck drove through the town, I realized that all the people were gone.  I had my men search for them, but no matter how hard we looked, we couldn’t find anyone.  Not a single soul or body.  They were nowhere to be found, and neither was that girl.  It was as if they all went up in smoke like the blue butterflies that had flown through the night sky.
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More from Melissa R. Mendelson:

Better Off Here 

We always look to the greener pastures, thinking our lives would be so much better over there, but if we were over there, what if all we wanted was to go back? Instead, we found ourselves trapped with the darker side to our fears.

Available Here!



About Nina D'Arcangela

Nina D’Arcangela is a quirky horror writer who likes to spin soul rending snippets of despair. She reads anything from splatter matter to dark matter. She's an UrbEx adventurer who suffers from unquenchable wanderlust. She loves to photograph abandoned places, bits of decay and old grave yards. Nina is a co-owner of Sirens Call Publications, a co-founder of the horror writer's group 'Pen of the Damned', founder and administrator of the Ladies of Horror Picture-prompt Monthly Writing Challenge, and if that isn't enough, put a check mark in the box next to owner and resident nut-job of Dark Angel Photography.
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3 Responses to Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Melissa R. Mendelson @melissmendelson @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

  1. afstewart says:

    An eerie and intriguing story

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