Monday, 21 February 2011

Microfiction Monday #71 & #25

Microfiction Monday is back. Here's the photo:


The exit was always just out of reach. Often she caught sight of the back of a shambling form following her. It resembled the back of her own head.

It couldn’t be.

Could it?


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Here's the twenty-fifth picture:


Here's my response:

Together they were a great team. They always won each and every race. Try as they might, the greyhounds never quite caught up with them.

4 comments:

SparkleFarkle said...

*faces forward and shudders after looking over shoulder for the umpteenth time* Day in the life, Dave, day in the life...


P.S. Love this wacko-wonderful take of yours!

M Pax said...

Love the idea of microfiction. Great stories.

sylviamorice said...

I like this--scary and creepy at the same time! Great job this week. Cheers~

Dave said...

I was late to party this time around, so thank you all the more for reading.