
You’d think perhaps this is all the residue of a merry night—the empty bottles, the pyroclastic flow of wax. But no, it wasn’t an extended revelry. This was the work of seconds.
When he walked into the inn, the air carried a whiff of cordite, or maybe brimstone. Never having smelled brimstone, I can’t be sure.
“Wine,” he said. “Your best, if you please.”
When vision returned after the flash, he’d gone, along with all my customers. The imprint of his fingers remained, melted into the wineglass.
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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

I like this a lot. Nice work.
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Thanks so much
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Would you be so kind as to supply the name of this inn so I can give it a wide berth? Excellent, Neil!
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Thanks so much, Dale, Well, it’s every inn, everywhere. But timing is everything
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Oh dear… that is a scary thought!
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Dear Neil,
You leave one wondering who was this nefarious and mysterious stranger. I’m with Dale, I’m steering clear of that inn. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much, Rochelle
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Cordite and brimstone – a masterful combination, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Sandra
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Great line: “The imprint of his fingers remained, melted into the wineglass.”
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Thanks so much, James
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The moment I saw brimstone I got on edge.
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It mat just have been the barkeep’s fancy
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So creepy…but I like it 😃
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Thanks so much
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What an interesting predicament! Left me wondering for sure.
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Thanks so much, Violet
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Looks like, he had a bad reaction to the wine – all that cordite ready to explode.
You have set up a mysterious situation.
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Perhaps it wasn’t the finest wine after all
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I’ve yet to hear anyone order the worst wine. Good story, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Nancy
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Must have been a helluva night. And I bet he had a devil of a time cleaning up!
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I get the references here
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Oh, this is intriguing and spooky. I love it!
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Thanks so much, Brenda
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Oh oh oh I love this so much!
Great set up.
I want more
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Thanks so much, Laurie. I did slightly venture onto your territory with this one
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And i love that you did!
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I had a few odd characters enter my pub, but never one like that – thank goodness!
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It’s possible he’s just misunderstood
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Apocalyptic, love this, proper terrifying.
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Thanks so much
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Beware of the brimstone is always a good idea.
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Thanks for reading
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Yikes!
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Thanks, Dawn
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