BY THE PRICKING OF MY THUMBS - a story in 100 words

BY THE PRICKING OF MY THUMBS

It was so hot in the campervan that the children wanted to sleep in the tent. Delia was reluctant to let them but Barclay said, “The security guard patrols regularly – they’ll be fine.”

“I’ve got a bad feeling...” Delia demurred, but when he winked and added, “We’ll be alone for a night,” she blushed and yielded. The site was well-lit, the pool’s surface reflecting the orange lamps – what could go wrong?

Eventually the children’s giggling ceased, the van rocked to a standstill, and all was silent. Only then did a tentacle slither up from the deep end.

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This story, prompted by C.E Ayr's photograph, is my first for this year, and written in a hurry, as it is my granddaughter's 5th birthday today and I am taking the cake. I have been making Smartie cakes since my own children were small - sometimes chocolate ones, but she prefers plain. So be it!

And here is an update for those who read my story two weeks ago. My mother enjoyed her impromptu stay in a nursing home so much that she wanted to stay. Fortunately they had a vacancy arise over the Christmas period, so we will be moving Mum in soon.