**Last night I watched the movie Tracks for Audienceseverywhere.net. I woke up this morning, wrote my review of it and decided to try and do a Friday Fictioneers in one sitting. I would look at the picture and then write and just see what came out. Tracks is a movie about a woman who walks from Alice Springs to the Indian Ocean (2,700 KM). I think the movie might have lingered, causing me to write something about walking for this Friday Fictioneers. So here is The Knocker, something a little bleak and dark for your delectation.**
The Knocker walked along the beach. Every ten steps he saw a dying animal. He raised his club and brought it down, smashing the animal’s skull with a single practised motion. He walked. The club, the knocking stick, tapped against his leg as he walked. The tide came in and washed the blood from the tip of the club. The sun, dark in the sky since the Flash, stared down on him like a malevolent, black eye. The Knocker heard the choking groans of something up ahead. He sighed and raised his club.
And walked, bringing death along with him.
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Another Friday Fictioneers story with prompt supplied by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
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Sean Fallon 