The guests – Sunday Scribblings

Sunday Scribblings sounded just what i needed tonight.. and I know exactly what’s out there.
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Annie watched here father with dread, she saw that it would be one of those nights again. Jonny was a heavyset man, and the fact that he lived alone with his teenage daughter should have been met with suspicion if the social people would have really cared. But they just made shure she went to school every day. Days of torture for her, dressed in the few remaining clothes her mother had left as she escaped the dreadful life in the worn-down trailer at the bayou.

His father grumbled looking through the cupboards.

“Booze?”, he groaned.

“Have no idea” said Annie

“I’ll head out to the still for some, you just stay put, I want to have a word with you my angel”

Annie didn’t respond, just pouted. Jonny opened the door, and Annie rushed to the door and locked it. Maybe it’s out there tonight she thought. When she heard Jonny scream and trying to get back into the trailer, she knew that the hole she had cut in the fence finally had attracted the guests. She covered her ears as she heard her Father being dragged into the swamp. Tomorrow morning she would be free.

March 17, 2013

16 responses to “The guests – Sunday Scribblings

  1. Oh man, I love this one, Björn. attracted the guests… perfect way to put it… very chilling. Also, the part about the social people caring… that is true in many cases… unfortunate.

    (p.s. you are missing a ‘c’ somewhere in this most excellent story)

  2. Well, you really put yourself in the big bayou there! You mentioned you find accents hard in English when writing, but your characters seemed to fit right in, not overdosed, but it fit just right. might put different tense “I head/I’m headin’ “

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