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Here’s the photo prompt for #Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other #Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:
“That’s where it lives.”
Gran’s words echo through my head as I stare at the decrepit old truck down the hill.
“It’s the ‘tween times you needs to worry ’bout, evenin’ and mornin’. That’s when it comes out.”
I glance over my shoulder, the sun just a glow on the horizon.
I step toward the truck and place my hand on the pitted metal hood. Gran’s locket laced through my fingers. cool like her body’d been this morning.
I close my eyes and bow my head. Ready to meet the other half of the family, ready to make the Changeling’s Choice.
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One of the blogs I subscribe to, http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com, is doing 100 word friday fictioneer. On her website she posts a photo as inspiration, this is my contribution. Hope you enjoy.
“I swear that’s the same rock we passed an hour ago.” I stared at the lichen covered stone, knowing I spoke the truth, as the woods pressed down around me, suffocating.
“Quit bein’ paranoid.” Old man Crietcher said. “I know these woods like the back o’ my hand.” He moved on, with no other choice, I followed.
Darkness would fall soon. A night in the woods with old man Crietcher only slightly more appealing than a night alone. I pulled my red hooded cape tight around me.
Just beyond sight a wolf howled, I froze, alarmed.
“Now don’t you worry dearie, none o’ those wolves be botherin’ you, long as I be here.” Old man Crietcher said, teeth gleaming, voice suddenly gruff.
I’d never noticed before, but my, what big eyes he had…
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