Keepsakes and memories

 

Photo Prompt – Copyright Douglas Macilroy

Oskar switched off the sander, it slowed with a whine as he finished. He smiled, loving the smell of sawdust; loving the sense of control he gets taking redwood and shaping it to his desires.

This was another memories board, designed to hang and display his keepsakes. Trinkets from places he meets his ladies, his conquests. He wondered if it was crass to memorialise his holiday lovers this way, but whilst their time together was short, he never wanted to forget them.

Sirens cried in the distance; police on route to Tourist Beach. Oskar smiled; they weren’t heading this way.(word count: 100)

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A Friday Fictioneers challenge from Rochelle’s blog.

I’m currently doing a little research on writing horror, with the plan to write a blog post on it (maybe more than one). So, in honour of Halloween, I had the urge to take a slightly creepier approach this time. There is no violence or gore, but I was hoping to achieve at least a little ‘chill’, an implication of something being ‘not right’.

Let me know what you think in the comments – was this creepy? Did you get a sense of menace?

Thanks for reading.