14 September, 2011. From @Soc_of_Authors for last line in story: I woke up on the floor of a strange bedroom, clutching a single bullet in my right hand. I couldn’t see any sign of a gun. The whispered smell of death filled my lungs. Sweet, tired, familiar. But the body I stared at didn’t rest. It twitched. I watched, repulsed, as three cockroaches climb out of the open mouth of the pretty girl. The mobile in her trouser pocket rang. ‘You’re next.’ The voice on the line was unmistakeable. Heart lurching, I headed for the door. It swung open before I reached it. He grabbed me and pushed me onto the stage. From the sea of clapping people came the instruction. ‘Sing.’ I took a deep breath.
10 February, 2012. From @Writers_Artists for this story: 20:30 “A thief! Brilliant disguise! Come in.” 23:30 “So, madam. You opened the door and welcomed him in. Is that right?”
Starting 2012. My previous blogging awards disappeared, unfortunately.
From Rachael of Honest Speaks