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Moonlight Serenade
I saw the blood
on my hands and realised it had happened again.
***
She had been in a foul mood.
“Bastard! It’s
always on your terms, well not tonight Mister.”
“Give me that
key.”
“Oops! Now
you’ll have to stay the night.”
“OK. I’ll climb
out the window...”
“Aww. Come back
and play Baby.”
“Please Julie,
not tonight!”
I was too late.
A treacherous cloud unshuttered the full moon.
My shadow stopped and turned back towards her. I followed it, an unwilling marionette, in hazy lunar thrall.
My shadow casting me.
Us raising the heavy lamp.
Stravage. Savage. Ravage.
My shadow stopped and turned back towards her. I followed it, an unwilling marionette, in hazy lunar thrall.
My shadow casting me.
Us raising the heavy lamp.
Stravage. Savage. Ravage.
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100 Words
@nickjohns999
This was written for Stevie McCoys #TuesdayTales 57
The story got an Honourable Mention from judge @NSisifo who said:-
“My shadow casting me.” That line totally rocked me. I don’t think Peter Pan will ever be the same…
@nickjohns999
This was written for Stevie McCoys #TuesdayTales 57
The story got an Honourable Mention from judge @NSisifo who said:-
“My shadow casting me.” That line totally rocked me. I don’t think Peter Pan will ever be the same…
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