Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 11)

Earlier parts of The Dire-Man can be found here: 

One – Two – Three – Four – Five – Six – Seven – Eight – Nine – Ten

This is a cheat post. I did not use the prompt (even though it was very cool) and instead jut wrote the next Dire-Man part.

Enjoy.

 

Many years ago, I woke up and saw the Dire-Man stood at the foot of my bed. He held in his long fingers one of my toys. He smiled at me.

I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak.

‘Boy,’ he said, ‘my boy. I will take you from this place to my home. You will not be happy there but you will live. Or I can cut your throat now.’ He ran his finger across his own throat and made a hissing noise.

‘What if I can give you something?’ I said.

He grinned, revealing rotten teeth, ‘Tell me more, my boy.’

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Another Friday Fictioneers story with prompt supplied by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. (but not really)

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