Flashback Flash Fiction: The Choker
For this story from the archives, I picked on of my ventures into a mild sort of horror, or at least the weird. 1132 words The Choker I was with Brian when it began. I knew something had happened, and I tried to get him to talk about it then, but he would not and I let it slide. That was my first and biggest mistake, but we who have these powers are slow to speak of them, and with reason. Brian had taken me shopping with him to look for a birthday present for his wife. She liked old jewelry—not necessarily antiques, but old. Brian had seen a shop he thought looked promising. You know the kind: half junk store, half antique shop. A few good bits mixed in with a ton of trash. It just takes patience, to keep looking until you find treasure. Brian spotted it first, and pointed it out to me, half-buried on a tray with stamped-tin costume stuff: a silver choker, made from four strands of fine chain. To tell the truth, I didn’t like it. It reminded me o