Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 2)

Part One is here.

Copyright - Erin Leary

When the police left, and my wife had put the other children back to bed, I set off for the beach. The sun was rising, and the light it cast felt incomplete as I crossed the Barkley Bridge towards the shore.

The stream on my right burbled and purred quietly, as though respecting the fact that it was still early and people were still sleeping.

I stepped off the bridge and saw a boy and a girl, holding hands, their eyes black holes in bloody faces.

They said, ‘When the Dire-Man is done with him, you can have him back.’

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Another Friday Fictioneers story with prompt supplied by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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22 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 2)

  1. What an arresting image of those children – enough to give anyone nightmares. One minor comment, which might free up some words if you needed them: the stream ‘burbled and purred quietly’ – to me burbled (a great word) is the same as purred, and both adjectives already suggest quietly.
    Claire

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  2. Love this line “The stream on my right burbled and purred quietly, as though respecting the fact that it was still early and people were still sleeping.”

    Nice one!

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