Photo Prompt © Lori Wilson
Desperately don’t want to go there. Horrid, really horrid. Actually, pure hell. No really. These things are more than scary. Nope. Not going there.
Once was enough. So… So…
I’ll say nothing.
Definitely not.
My mind is made up. And why not? It’s my choice. Just my decision. No-one else.
Got that?
I’m looking at you… and you… and anyone around here.
It’s not going to happen.
There’s no mystery. It’s not that. Sleight of hand?
It sounds like a magician, perhaps? But no. Not that. That would be daft.
..
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No. It’s those mannequins. I’d run a mile from them!
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
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