“What’s the worst, when you collide with a parked car in summer?” She smiled and shook her golden locks as an answer. Her thumb brushed my split lip. The lack of reaction made her curious. “It’s the hot metal on your naked tights, belly and the sensitive parts,” I pulled her knees up towards me, forcing her weight into my grip on her waist. Continue reading “Fool”
“I got one,” John yelled. Buttons, Mickey and me, we threw our heads in his direction.
The rod bent, the tug on the line rippled the surface. A huge translucent fin splashed. “Mommy, is the fishman for dinner?” I nodded.
“Shhh, darling. This time, we take the wish first.”
a Chuck Wendig prompt – Strange Photos / Lily by Rudi Zygadlo / this is a WIP – a zero draft to get the characters, the plot and the end gets rewritten and posted again
Five minutes ago I hoped to drop the kennel cleaning into the rookie’s lap, but we got the call.
Dispatch told us to get the dogs and meet up, with the search party at Devil’s Peak. “Shit.” I instantly knew this was going to be a bad night. My palms itched, my neck tingled and burned. The rookie was going to have his baptism by fire. “Another kid?” I asked but didn’t need to. The calendar answered before dispatch could confirm. Full moon. “Damn.” The rookie got my gaze and stood up. “On our way.” I hung up. Continue reading “Devil’s Peak”
The vicious little thing, that looked like an ordinary eight years old boy, had a rotten day. He had the onks. Gnomes were prone to get the onks, especially the young ones; and being a member of the royal family did nothing to prevent that. It was bearable in human disguise though, mingling, watching these oafs, and doing little mischiefs was entertaining enough to stand the bad days.