Well, November’s racing along as it always does and, once again, my attempt at 50,000 words for Nanowrimo is being a real struggle.
However, in a bit of a furious writing session yesterday I did find an excuse to shoehorn in just under 250 words as part of that novel ‘The Very Last Night’ which is about witchcraft in a form that might just suit the latest ‘Horrorites’ challenge laid down by Laura Jamez over on her blog: www.officemango.com
As usual, she threw out a photo prompt (see below), and I figured this one could easily be the work of one of the witch’s disciples in my novel, so here you go…
‘Don’t touch it.’ The woman pushing the trolley said. She’d rushed over as soon as she’d seen Matthew step towards the bench box display in the store foyer.
He turned and smiled at her.
‘It’s okay, ma’am. I work here. Just don’t want the kid getting himself hurt if someone decides to sit on the lid.’ He looked down at the arm which hung limply from under the bench seat.
‘Come on, son – best you get out of there now. You’ve had your fun.’ He said.
The arm didn’t move, the occupant didn’t surface from his hiding place.
‘Oh, he’s good at this.’ Matthew said.
The woman left her trolley and grabbed Matthew by his shoulder.
‘No. You don’t understand. Don’t touch it. You don’t know what’s going on here.’ She turned and pointed back across the car park.
In the distance Matthew could see two of his colleagues on the ground and, beneath them, a third figure dressed in a black suit. They were holding him tight and screaming out for help.
He didn’t wait, started to sprint towards them.
As he got closer he saw the bag laying in front of the figure, it was open and its contents were strewn across the car park.
Matthew saw the shimmer of the knife first, at least on the parts that weren’t darkened with red.
It took a few more moments for him to accept what the other objects were.
White and stained red.
Bones – lots of bones.