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. 🙂
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……