Eight — Micro Chapter 6

I’m liking this cover more. Thanks Elle!

I completed my target of finishing Part 2. Okay, some of it is hand written and still needs typing up (thanks lappie for your assistance. Not!) but I did it all the same. That leaves just one part left. Hopefully, by the end of next week, I’ll have finished my first micro chapter book!

Eight.

Part 1. Micro Chp. 6

The sky was almost dark now, and the few houses on the lane appeared empty. Why hadn’t they lit any candles, someone had to be home. Well, except Mrs Gordon of course, she always went away for Christmas. Nevertheless, that didn‘t explain as to where the others had gone, I thought, as I stared at the black, lifeless windows and shuddered.

“Shopping, numskull.” I managed a weak smile as another shudder rippled the length of my spine.

I could feel a sense of dread beginning to fester as I turned the corner onto the small, dirt track that led to our house. Squinting, I kept my focus on the ground in front of me, searching for potholes so as not to trip over. When I reached the fork, I stopped.

Strange? The cows were quiet for once; normally it’s all you’d hear from the farm next door. Perhaps George had forgotten to get them in from the field up the lane. Unlikely, but not impossible. No, the power cut must have delayed him, that’s all. But, it wasn’t just the cows I couldn‘t hear as I stood quiet and listened, there were no other sounds of life, either.

Freaking out a little, I headed right, debating whether to go and check, make sure he hadn’t fallen over and hurt himself. I wanted to but, something compelled me to keep going, plus the thought of bumping into his prize bull didn‘t help. Certain enough he’d be fine without my help, I continued along the track.

I hadn’t gone that far when my foot caught on something and I stumbled forward. The momentum kept me going and I flapped my arms in an attempt to stay upright before skidding to a halt.

“Nice footwork,” I congratulated myself. Then realised what it was.

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