PHOTO PROMPT Sarah Potter
A wet summer’s day, Phoebe was bored. In the conservatory, a shiny disc on the floor attracted her. She wriggled into the gap between the two sets of drawers to retrieve it. A startled spider retreated rapidly. Her fingertips scrabbled at the disc. As she started to pull it towards her, a cold, warty hand clamped hers. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. Phoebe struggled to break free. A dragging sensation pulled her towards complete blackness.
“At last, a child. Now with the amulet and the girl, I can complete the spell.” Phoebe gulped, fighting back tears.
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.