Knuckles moved down Michael’s spine.
“You uncomfortable?” Mr. Crisco wiped his glasses. “Anyway, as I was saying… We need to discuss this sudden cult hunter phenomenon.”
Jill rolled her eyes. “Dad!”
“What? Can’t we entertain intellectual subjects during dinner? Our visiting scholar might have valuable information.”
Michael watched the shadows that trawled the walls. “Yeah, I know about the Cult Hunters.”
Mr. Crisco perked up. “Then I can tell you. Some guys wearing ball gowns burst in and nailed small posters with crazy writing and symbols to our walls.”
The knuckles dug in harder. “Mr. Crisco, those aren’t ball gowns.”
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Your imagination is mind-boggling. Nice.
! Thanks.
I’m trying to picture ball gowns that aren’t…and getting some weird thoughts. Twisted
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agreeing with Carrie about the ball gowns that aren’t – more, please?
That’s funny, I was just writing about those things when you commented (Nano novel).
I’ve saying the name Mr. Crisco with a smile on my face and wishing I had a monocle. So much imagery, imagination, and intrigue in 100 words. You killed it.
Ha! A monocle would be perfect for him. He changed his name from something totally unpronounceable, chose the first word he saw, it was on the label of a bottle of vegetable oil.
Wry.
Got the sense that Jill was bringing her fellow home…if so, hope she brings him back.
Robin
We shall see!
Eerie. One of those stories that makes me want to read more. Welcome to the challenge!
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Thanks!