Without them seeing, he quickly wrote a note, scribbling as much as he could remember from the blabbering behemoth in the black suit. It was a long shot, but he had to at least try and leave breadcrumbs just in case things went south, which they’d done within the past hour.
Inside were musty old rooms stripped of all but dusty old books, peeling paint, and treasures under stretching old iron roof sheets baking in the African sun. But it was home and it had been for ages. It kept me away from them, away from those that hung by the rafters, building their hollow nests to impregnate my kingdom with their venomous spawn.
When she woke up, everything was black. The faint dripping sound from the corner of the room would have worried her had she not known better now. As long as there was no movement then there was naught to lose sleep over.
It was dead now, probably drooling into a pool of velvet smoky blood. Yet even with the creature slain, she could not waste time glorying in a victory fete. The worst was still yet to come.
A train whistle screamed under the blanket of night as Mr. Munene dropped dead on his study floor. His soul was oblivious of the interruption as he stood up to investigate the disturbance. Beyond the window was a most astonishing sight. A black train crowned in a billowing white mane of smoke tore across a winding bridge. Although it was only minutes to the witching hour, the night sky was burnished with ghostly blue light.
Once upon a time, when men conversed with animals, a rainbow appeared in the sky. God used it to descend to earth in the company of the lizard, his most trusted companion.
So pleased was God with the lizard that he made him a coat of many colors from the rainbow. The chameleon, who was watching in the distance however wasn’t. Which is why he asked God to consider another option.
Freddy grabbed a berry from Harry’s plate and chewed it. It wasn’t hard to imagine the explosion of juice in his mouth was Peggy’s blood. Seeing Harry’s pigeon girlfriend now, Freddy could bear the guilt of burdening his friend.
The blood tribes were clearly the losing side in this peace treaty. Fletcher Fox was right. While they fatten, we die like flies. The charter must be revised.