
the little building was made of wood though it looked sturdy enough the high windows were barred and he could only see part of the girl’s face as she called out to him from inside “If you got a good drill,” she said, “you could make a hole in the wall and stick it in. I’ll take care of the rest real nice for you.” “What?” he said “What? Don’t you wanna help a poor girl in distress, Mister?” He blinked. “How... would that help?” “Tremendously,” she said. “If you get me pregnant it’ll mean I’ll be set free.” But somebody else called out to him before he could ask his next ‘what?’ A man coming from behind the building. “Hey! It’s off limits here, stranger. Away with you before trouble sparks, got it?” The girl disappeared from the window He raised his hands slowly and backed away apologizing to…
View original post 15 more words
It seems despair has taken on a new look in this village. What lies hidden in old memories?
An intriguing story. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! (☆ω☆*)
LikeLiked by 1 person
An awesome 😎 write Bogdan! Dark as hell and ominous… And the presentation is great! I love that running last line………………….!👏👏👏
🙏
🙏
LikeLiked by 1 person
Big thanks for checking it out, friend
(▔▀ ‿ ▀ )ლ ▂▂⌇
Much appreciated!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks for looking in on my blog at NotebookM and my post about writing fiction. Best of luck with your fine work here.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Lanny! (´◡`)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Pleasure.👍😃🙏
LikeLiked by 1 person