General Fiction posted December 10, 2021


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Supernatural fiction of 730 words

A Small Favor

by AliMom



At 2:37 am there was a soft knock on the door. I must have been mistaken. Who'd be knocking on my door at this hour? I looked out the window and saw nothing. Snow fell in fat, lacey flakes floating silently to the ground. Then I heard it again. Definitely a knock, three light raps in quick succession. I tip-toed to the door and peeked through the peephole.

"Hello? Who is it?"

There was no answer.

I didn't think it wise to open the door. I was alone and there's no telling what might be on the other side. I headed back into the living room when the knocking began again. Should I call the police? I'll feel pretty silly if it's just a branch blowing in the wind or a stray dog. And don't they give you a fine for calling in a false report? With a sigh of resignation, I turned back to the door.

"Who is it?"
I opened the door a crack. Huddled in the corner next to the iron railing was a small, barefoot child of about six in what appeared to be Winnie-the-Pooh pajamas. She had no coat or hat but peeked shyly out of an oversized blanket. I opened the door a bit wider and looked around.

"What are you doing out here?" I asked. "Come in". She refused to budge.

"Come here, sweetheart. I won't hurt you. Where are your parents?"

I reached for her but she tucked herself further back against the railing.

"Are you waiting for someone? Please come in. You must be cold".

She stared at me with round, sad eyes. Something about her demeanor told me she longed to come inside out of the cold. I reached for her again and this time she made a slight movement in my direction, then hesitated and drew back again.

"Wait," I said. "Let me get my coat. I'll come and sit outside with you then".

I grabbed my coat, keys, and phone and stepped out onto the steps. She'd moved to the bottom step and stood looking up at me earnestly as if she had something to say, something of great importance. Under the street lamp, I could see that she had curly brown hair and a birthmark in the shape of a crescent moon on the hand that held the blanket closed. Definitely Winnie-the-Pooh pajamas. I crouched down near her in the snow careful not to startle her into running away.

"See," I said. "You don't have to be afraid of me. I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help you. Won't you tell me your name? I really do want to help".
She reached out a small hand but took a step backward. I reached for her hand. She drew her hand back and turned to walk away.

"Where are you going? Come back!"

She began to run. I forgot it was after three, forgot it was dark and potentially dangerous. My only concern was for this small, helpless human being who clearly needed my assistance. She turned the corner and I followed. Halfway in realized I had turned into a dark alley with no exit. The only way out was the way I'd come in. Worse, I'd lost sight of the little girl. She was nowhere. There was a dumpster and some old boxes, an abandoned bicycle skeleton, a few garbage cans. Anybody could be back here.

"Little girl?" I whispered. "Little girl? Please come back".

She hadn't passed me. She seemed to have vanished into thin air. Might she be hiding behind one of the cans? Or the dumpster? She was nowhere. A trick? A trap? I decided not to wait and find out. I backed out of the alley.

I bumped into a garbage can and heard a muffled mewling sound like a kitten inside the can. My phone! Why hadn't I remembered my phone was in my pocket. I tapped the flashlight and gingerly lifted the lid. A baby! Someone had thrown away a baby. She had curly brown hair and twinkling eyes. An oversized blanket covered her Winnie-the-Pooh onesie. I lifted her gently out of the can and held her. She reached for me with her tiny hand which had a birthmark in the shape of a crescent moon. She smiled and cooed at me.



SUPERNATURAL~ FICTION ~ Not HORROR writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
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THIS ISN'T HORROR FICTION /PROSE ONLY NO POETRY
Write a SUPERNATURAL FICTION (NOT HORROR) story of 700 minimum length in words to 730 maximum length in words. NO Dear John letters, or letters, of any kind. Characters will be Humans, not animals.

DO NOT USE VULGAR LANGUAGE, PROFANITY, OR INCLUDE SEXUAL REFERENCES OF ANY KIND. NO GORY STORIES OF MURDER OR ANYTHING SET IN A CEMETERY.

Use 1 picture (optional) that has no music, animation, or words on it. Use 1 color background with 1 color font. Do NOT have sound/music that automatically begins when story is read. Author notes acceptable and may include 1 video with music/vocals. Dedication line (optional) doesn't count in word length.


Spirit projection? Angels? Sometimes a girl just has to rescue herself. Can an infant send a future projection of herself into the present to get help in a precarious situation? A little Twilight Zone-ish I must admit. But I like Rod Serling and "The Twilight Zone".
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Artwork by Lilibug6 at FanArtReview.com

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