This is the only place before the Dales, we have no choice.
What else can we do? The car’s broken down.
No, it’s way beyond my experience.
Hello! Anyone here?
Get back in the car, please.
What? There’s nothing to worry about.
Creepy? Hardly.
Rust doesn’t mean a thing.
Nor that pile of junk.
Don’t worry, I’m sure people come here all the time, it’s just Sunday slow right now.
No, not Sunday dead, because they are murderers.
Well don't, “Just say.” Look, here’s someone now. Hello there, how are- Judy, he's-
Run, just bloody run, don’t look back; RUN!!!
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
What else can we do? The car’s broken down.
No, it’s way beyond my experience.
Hello! Anyone here?
Get back in the car, please.
What? There’s nothing to worry about.
Creepy? Hardly.
Rust doesn’t mean a thing.
Nor that pile of junk.
Don’t worry, I’m sure people come here all the time, it’s just Sunday slow right now.
No, not Sunday dead, because they are murderers.
Well don't, “Just say.” Look, here’s someone now. Hello there, how are- Judy, he's-
Run, just bloody run, don’t look back; RUN!!!
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Claire Fuller
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