THE NICHE
Roof-joists groaned as if about to give way, but
inspection proved them sound; pipes whistled and banged for no apparent reason.
The just-beneath-hearing whispers in the kitchen were
the worst, and I tracked them down to a niche that resembled a walled-up
window.
“Break it open,” I begged, “Something’s trapped in
there.”
“And you want me to let it out? No way.”
So I hung garlic in front of it – a lot of garlic –
and prayed.
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Of course it's only a niche built to hold an oil lamp, maybe - or is it? Thanks to Dale for this week's image, and to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers.
How has your week been? I've been procrastinating, putting off the onerous task of learning how to publicise my books. It has to be done if I am to have any hope of people reading them, but I do wish there was an easier way :(
If you haven't caught up with them yet, they are all available on Amazon - the link to my latest book is at the top of this page. Rock Festival is the final book in a series, which pulls together threads from the first three books - A Volcanic Race, Wolf Pack & Landslide. Buy the whole set to immerse yourself in another world - a world where the dangers are prehistoric and volcanic, not Covid-related!
