A little ghost story for a Wednesday morning. I have actually driven up this road to a restaurant and then discovered an easier and safer way to get there. This was way before google maps.
The journey up the mountain wasn’t quite what she had envisioned. She thought it would be dark, the road windy and the bends sharp. But she hadn’t expected this fog. So thick that she just saw the hair pin bend as her tyres hit the gravel on the edge of the cliff.
This one came out of the blue. Perhaps I need to spend some time with these characters. I do love Dragons.
“You need to leave!” She whispered yelled at him.
“Why?” He said, not out loud it was inside her head.
“Because my neighbours aren’t accustomed to seeing a dragon in my backyard!”
Hold on to those you love. Dance in the rain. Dance in the sun. Dance until the end. I’ve got to stop watching true crime.
“For the last time. I. Am. Not. Dancing.”
Short and sweet. Happy Wednesday.
“Hey boy. Are you okay?” I held out my hand so the little thing could sniff it. I wasn’t sure it was a dog at first, it looked more like a matted ball of wool.
It’s not every day your friendly neighbourhood aliens come for a visit. Enjoy.
She dipped her hands into the cool pool of black stuff. It was viscous and almost sucked her finger into its depths. She yanked her hand back and fell on her bum, the wet grass seeping in through her jeans.