By Ana Gardner
“I thought Valentine’s Day at Dracula’s castle would be fun!” Ava slammed the heavy wooden door and shoved a dresser in front of it. “This is the last time I enter an AirBnb contest.”
By the balcony, Daniel was tying bed-sheets together into a rope. “I told you that contract was weird. The must-stay-all-night clause? Hello, red flag!”
Claws splintered the door. “Look,” Ava said, spritzing her mace through the hole. “Howling and blood I can deal with. But no Wifi?”
“Talk about horror.” Daniel lowered the rope. “Express checkout?”
Ava kissed him. “Happy Valentines!” she laughed, and began to climb.
No WiFi what century are these people in! Good story.
Brilliant! Fun story.
You managed to suspend my disbelief, but I suppose it is possible that there might be one domicile, somewhere, without WiFi.
Lovely!
Wonderful. Your story is as delicious as a stake and red wine supper. Mmm, nice.
Hilarious. Good job.