My uneasiness wasn’t triggered because I was sitting upon this foreign sofa, waiting to meet the person every aspiring writer daydreams about meeting. The haphazard assortment of skeletal remains—or should I specify, the skulls—that reflected back at me was what caused my unrest.
Each hollowed-eye expression held a similar devilish grin, except for the jawless ones, which appeared to devour those around them. They weren’t all human skulls either. Some resembled those of rams, wolves, and lions. There were also smaller ones like those belonging to eagles, turkey vultures, snakes, and owls.
My host entered the room, and to my surprise, wasn’t as tall or glamorous as I had anticipated. She slipped into the spot beside me and drummed her fingers along the glass top of the coffee table that housed the haunting bone remains.
“Now,” she purred, “before we begin, I only require one thing from you.”
This work adheres to the prompt guidelines of RB’s Flash Fiction group’s February 2012 Challenge, which is inspired by finding a strange object and writing about it (in 150 words or less). My strange object is an image of a pile of skeletal remains, in case this wasn’t made obvious in the story.