“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
His eyes were full of fear. That made him dangerous.
He also stank of it. A pungent perfume of toxic faith in righteous vengeance.
I opened my arms. Welcoming him.
Dropping the useless crucifix and stake, he fled sobbing from my tomb.
So, once again, I have to thank for another great prompt from his Fifties by the Fire series :-
This time the story was to be about “Proffered Wisdom.” I decided that the wisdom being proffered didn’t have to be with the best intentions and, obviously, turned it into a dark little tale.
Hope you enjoy!
Thanks for reading. Until next time!
Ooh, this was neat (and spooky)!
Great surprise twist line at the end, Dan!
(And welcome back!)