The Collection

100-word fiction prompt: a collection.

Edmund Horvasse’s office was beautifully appointed, and ordinarily, under the fine evening sun streaming through the window, Velma might have appreciated the antiques that furnished his office, but not today.

She stared instead at the glass case mounted on the wall over his desk.

The demons were mounted like insects, golden pins through the centres of their chests, through the corners of their wings to keep them spread. Not one of them was larger than her palm, and their eyes, black and chitinous, stared lifelessly outward.

They looked surprised, it seemed to her.

She looked away, and turned to Horvasse.

Original prompt here.

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