Emu If Penny could have strangled him she would have. But it was hardly subtle. This was the third nose bleed the old man had suffered with today. Whilst he was bent over his crossword puzzle, a drop of…
Vampire.
Vampire. My trainers were the whitest of white. Blobs of blood plummeted onto the milky leather, instantly at odds with their crisp colour. My foot had slipped along the metal pole where the paint was cracked and flakes of…
Flash Fiction Friday. Tress.
Her blonde burned until it bled.
