This weeks was a great one, thanks to Sandra Crook.
I hope you enjoy my contribution 🙂
Out of the Shadows
Heat rose from the sun-baked cobbles. It was nearly noon and I retreated under the arches.
An old man panted past me. His bicycle wheezed as the wheel squeaked, every fifth of the way round. Sweat covered his skin as if he’d been dipped in oil.
I didn’t want him. Too old – too gamey.
Then I saw them.
Lovers, on their way to the Museum of Arts, I expect. I stepped out from my hiding place exposing my white hot incisors.
‘You didn’t believe we only came out at night did you?’ I smiled. ‘Silly children.’