I start to sound like a broken record, but I’ve been so busy last week that I couldn’t manage to read and comment on half as many Friday Fictioneer stories as I wanted. Work is very demanding at the moment, and that kept me from relaxing enough to write blog posts, or comments. I barely managed to read some posts, and there have been so many very interesting posts these last two weeks. Sigh. Maybe I should have postponed this blogging thing until I retire…
But enough of this. I do love Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers challenge and kicked myself into writing something.
You will find all the stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
“I wouldn’t go there if I were you, kid…”
Matt spun around, fumbling for the jackknife in his pocket. A heavily armed old woman stood in front of him, he hadn’t heard her coming.
“But the garlic…?”
“A trap. Bloodsuckers hang it up. Want you to think they’re done here, but they’ll come back. Always. We gotta run.”
“Why should I trust you?”
“You’re alive, aren’t you? Come, quickly.”
The old woman ushered him to another building and down a trapdoor Matt hadn’t noticed.
“You’re safe now. No dinner for them tonight.”
For the first time in weeks, Matt relaxed.
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