Flash Fiction: Snake Eyes

The shop looked out of place; its items bohemian at best, sinister at worse — the weird and wacky. Heads stared out the window. Eyes seemed to follow. 

Craving for excitement and on a dare, Holly stepped past the warning, “Enter and play at own risk.” Interesting advertisement gimmick. 

“Come to play?”

A figure stood in the shadows at the back of the store. The hairs stood on the back of her neck. She jumped as the door slammed shut. 

“Only one way out. Roll the dice and hope for snake eyes.” 

Holly now stares out the window.