Purple Flowers

The door opened.

I push it, slowly, as I tried to peer around it. The smell was much stronger now. Its flowery aroma danced around my head, penetrating my nose, almost pulling me into the apartment. Flowery yes, purple flowers; lavender I think?

I slowly moved down the hall only to get halfway when I heard the door close behind me. I stopped and looked back to see a woman in a very provocative dress and tight leggings. A vine wrapped around her arm and dark, glittery makeup accentuating her eyes, her deep purple eyes. The shade of purple matched perfectly, the colour on her nails and the low-lights in her hair.

Purple; fragrance? The puzzle, like a fog in my mind, began to lift. The colour purple, the fragrance, the flowers and her eyes but who was she.

Suddenly, I came to me senses. Where did she come from, how did she get passed me? I did a double take as I looked into the hallway and then back to the door, twice, only to see she had vanished. A cold shiver run down my spine as my skin became clammy with fear.

To my better judgement I continued into the apartment where I was astonished to see how clean it was; empty but absolutely spotless. It gave me the impression that the tenant had moved out that very day. Again my senses were struggling to work out what I was seeing. A spotlessly clean apartment, on the top floor, of a derelict building.

Then I saw it, in the same way as the woman appeared. In the middle of the floor there stood an old Gothic table, with a single china tea cup and saucer, steam curling upwards from within.

It was then I must have passed out.


Find out how the story begins or continues.

Copyright © JRFC May 2019
Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay

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