Croaked Spell

Magic flash fiction, i think there was a 100 or 200 word limit.

Croaked Spell

 

“You idiot!”

Matthew looked up in shock from where he sat, cross-legged in the centre of the TV room, pet frog in hand. From the doorway, Sydney’s outrage screwed up her usually pretty face. Matthew swallowed. He was doomed. “I was practicing…”

“Practising?” Running her hands through her hair, Sydney fell to her knees in front of the young boy. “Doing what?”

“I was trying to turn Frank blue"” he stopped.

 

Plop. Plop. Plop.

 

Sydney stiffened at the sudden weight on her head. Something moved, cold damp feet licking her temples. Her eyes widened. Mathew’s face paled.

 

“Rib-bit.”

 

“You’re dead.”