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.
