Gregor can only watch in terror.
The thing cracks open his companion’s head. It slobbers over the contents and then runs its finger around the insides. It scrapes like a man desperate for the last of the butter and finally satiated drops him like a ragdoll.
Gregor whimpers.
Inspired by my breakfast this morning (the butter that is, there were no brain eating monsters).
It actually also inspired a second story but that one I’ve submitted to The Drabble – so we’ll wait and see how that works out.
Good luck with The Drabble. I’m 1 for 2 with them 🙂
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Thanks – it’s kind of exciting to just wait and see if it turns up one day.
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You’ll get an email a few days before 🙂
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