An interesting photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers this week, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Time for a change, I think.
The babble of unholy voices tumbles from the dangling earpiece, then ceases abruptly as I touch it, leaving only a gentle hissing on the line; softened wax begins to ooze down the menorah, yet there are no candles.
I stare into the face in the photograph, as his mouth curves into a cynical smile.
The red crayon scrawls on the photographic border.
“You must come to me.”
“I’m needed here,” I say.
A tinny voice echoes from the earpiece.
“Come now. Or tomorrow there will be no ‘here’.”
For all your sakes, I must go.