He felt weak and empty. He was hungry again. He needed some nice warm, rich fluids to sustain him.
Customers at seafood restaurants got to choose their lobster, but his dining venue was somewhat different. He had already picked a plump young bird for his next meal. This Left Bank establishment was a bit New Age, but he’d enjoyed several selections from here. He’d just wander in….
What??! Garlic above the door? He already had to avoid Italian restaurants. He’d need to get a drink somewhere else tonight. Damned humans! How was a hungry vampire to get a decent meal?
I hate vampire stories for the tween clichés they have become, but just couldn’t resist telling this one. 😉
Got to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.
As Bob stood waiting for his fiancée and her parents to arrive for dinner, he thought of his old friend Paul. He missed his childhood buddy, but he was glad he hadn’t gone with him to Chicago.
Ugh, Chi-town, cold, windy and bleak. Route 66, indeed. New York City was the center of the universe. He’d done well enough in advertising to afford this fine apartment in a prestigious building on Central Park. Too bad he couldn’t get one with a view of the Park.
He had added mums to his end of ‘the courtyard’, but somebody kept stealing them.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple website and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.