By Alyson Faye
I was on the run. From her and my old life. I landed up in a rather grimy hotel on the Norfolk coast. Booking a coach trip with an outfit called ‘Pioneer’ (that was me now), I requested a wake up call, hit the bar and then bed.
The phone rang, “It’s time Sir.”
“Huh?”
“Your time Sir. It’s come.”
Disorientated, I staggered up, tripped and fell into the carpet’s embrace. To stay.
Emerging at dinner the receptionist apologized; she’d forgotten to ring.
Unconcerned, I took the local rag from her and read ‘Pioneer Coach Crash on A11, 5 Dead.’
So he didn’t go?? 😓😓
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Reblogged this on Slattery's Art of Horror Magazine and commented:
Nice story for being so concise.
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thanks Phil for the positive feedback, appreciate it, and for reblogging it on your horror mag site.
I’ve had a few go’s lately at 100 worders, they’re fun to write and quite demanding.
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Disorientatingly good story
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Very thrilling. The suspense ending, the climax was splendid. Anand Bose from Kerala.
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