This short piece appeared at Lily Childs Friday Prediction last week. I thought I’d give it an outing here.
If you’ve not had a go at her Prediction, I suggets that you should. It’s a bit of fun but a very good exercise for the old grey matter. She gives you 3 words that are to appear in the story that has a max word count of 100.
Last weeks words are in red.
The shadows swallowed me up. I needed to stay anonymous, invisible to the eyes of the dancers leaving the Moulin Rouge.
There she was, the American I wanted, and tonight would be the night.
She bade farewell to her colleagues and started her journey to her small apartment. I watched her, listening to her sweet voice as she sang the songs from her performance.
The streets of Montmartre echoed her footsteps as I swooped down on her, clasping a hand over her face. The skin of her neck looked almost transparent, giving no protection as my teeth sank into it.
Hope you liked it and maybe see you over there next week…