Below is my 100 word (ish) submission to the Friday Fictioneers. Photo prompt this week is courtesy of Erin Leary.
As always, comments are appreciated. I try to read everyone’s submission, but with submissions reaching triple digits each week, it’s sometimes difficult to get round to each one. Therefore, I tend to read those who I follow, or who like / comment my story. And finally, I also try for a random selection from the list.
The Friday Fictioneers are a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthral and inspire both reader and writer alike. The genres and styles of writing are varied, so there is something for everyone to be found within its midst.
Black as Night
“I’ve got a bad feeling tonight.”
Mark smiled uneasily. As always, his brother Harry was right on the money. An evil chill permeated the air, made worse by fog that reminded him of their mother’s pea soup. Still, it was too late to back out. Lord Hembridge wasn’t the forgiving sort and the fence needed mending.
“You hear something?”
Harry’s outburst set his pulse racing. Peering through the darkness, Mark hoped for nothing. The Moors could play tricks on the mind.
Heart in mouth, Mark watched as the fog parted, revealing the source of Harry’s terror. Black as night with eye’s like fire, Mark realised that death stalked on four legs, and they had been chosen that night.