I awoke. It was pitch black and slowly it dawned on me I was in a coffin. I opened it to find I was in my family’s vault. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep in my bed. What had happened? I arose from the coffin and walked out into the night. I was so hungry.
Word count 56 + prompt
This was written with the prompt vault provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #180.
After writing The Dead Dance I thought of this:
“Would you like a Bloody Nicola?’
“Don’t you mean Bloody Mary?”
“No, we’ve run out of Mary.”
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