It’s almost Friday again and time for Friday Fictioneers and my tall tale of 100 words. My story is inspired by Stephen King’s Lawnmower Man. Our gracious host is Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I hope to be able to read some of the others’ stories this time as will be heading out on Saturday again. Hoping to get a laptop or more data on my iPhone. I know I got too many She did this….but I’m squished for time. Critiques welcome. 🙂
PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Roger Bultot
She ran as fast as she could. She knew it was bearing down on her, nipping at her heels. She felt its hot breath like gasoline flames licking on her legs.
She dared to glance quickly behind her. She screamed.
It’s mouth was opened in a a grotesque grin. Slimy green algae oozed between its giant razor-sharp jagged teeth. Its eyes were glazed over like curds on a saucer of sour milk.
She almost fainted with fright. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her strength. She put her head down and pummelled down the dirt path.
Almost home. Please God……
onethousandandtwo 
Chilling.
Run, run, as fast as you can. You can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man. Good images with the flames licking at her legs and the algae oozing between its teeth.
Thanks! It’s fun to tell scary tales sometimes.
Lily
Yours is on a similar track to mine.
zombies run rampart! 🙂
Lily
Very graphic. Well done.
Dear Lily,
I felt the panic and urgency. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks, Rochelle !
Lily
So well you pain the panic – som great simile and metaphors here..
Thanks, Bjorn!
Lily
Lily, Great tension and description. You had me running with her. I hope she makes it. 🙂 —Susan
Thank you, Susan!
Lily
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