By Iona Winter
We met at the pub.
Next morning, he suggested breakfast.
“Eggs?”
I cooked, we ate and he disappeared.
But he’d marked my neck with a crown-shaped bruise.
Then I couldn’t sleep much.
So I visited Granny and her lush herb garden. Granny says she was burnt at the stake in a past life.
“Go and put your feet in the soil, Lucy,” she said.
“Okay.”
It wasn’t an unusual request. I wandered outside. Granny followed.
She held my hand and my vision clouded.
“Lucy?” she said.
“Mmm?”
“Who was it that bit you?”
I followed her finger—and the bruise pulsed.
Nice Iona. Bruise pulsed stayed with me. Good active verb choices throughout.
Thanks Jeanne for your feedback 🙂
Methinks Dracula or one of his minions hath been here! A very good story. Especially liked the current incarnation of Granny. It lent a bit of levity to the darker aspects of the story.
Thanks so much for the feedback Bobby 🙂
Original and entertaining. I enjoyed the read. Nice.
Thanks Lisa 🙂
Incredible character build up for granny using so few words. A witch/herbalist/burnt at the stake in a previous life – and the fact that that’s just accepted as granny.
Wonderful work.
Thank you very much for the feedback 🙂
I smell a vampire uprising!
🙂 thanks Calvary
So edgy! Could go several ways …