Old Mary Maddox

This 100-word fiction titled “Old Mary Maddox” was written for #FridayFictioneers. The photograph is clicked by Sarah Ann Hall.

old mary maddox

Old Mary Maddox

“What the hell are those?” asked Joan, pointing.

“Oh. Old Mary Maddox loved to collect souvenirs. They say she got those from haunted houses she visited across Europe.”

“Messing with me already?” she asked, laughing.

“Not at all. Legend says the ashes are still inside, and they’re so heavy, the urns can’t be moved from there, other than by Mary herself.”

“No effin way, Joe!” she said, just as one of the little prank urns fell at her feet and broke.

“Aieeeee…! Mary Maddox!” I shouted, and then watched gleefully as my sister turned pale and bolted out the door!

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(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
2nd November, 2017)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

20 thoughts on “Old Mary Maddox”

  1. Dear Vinay,

    My brother and cousin used to play those kinds of pranks on me. Good one.



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