The family had no idea that little Luigi would grow up to be the most prolific serial killer of the time. He was never caught, though, and for that, Jean-Louise gave glory to God every day.
He was her boy, after all.
No never mind that she’d found the dog strangled in the barn and them rodents flayed along the side of the house when he was just a tyke. She done what any good Mama would do. She cleaned up the mess and went on with her day. Just a bit of fun for a young boy. No need to go worryin’ and frettin’ ‘bout things boys do to pass the time.
He was delivered to God’s care under his Mama’s watchful eye, just like the good boy he was. He told her plenty in them feverish dreams, but she’d take it to her grave. That she would.
Just like any good Mama should.
Monday’s Finish the Story is a unique flash fiction challenge where we provide you with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. Your challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. Click on the froggy link to read other stories or upload your own.
This story is 142 words not counting the italicized part of the first sentence. This one just popped into my head as probably the darkest thing I’ve ever written. I’m blaming it on all the Koontz I’ve been reading lately and the black and white photo. What is it about old black and white photos that gives me the creeps?