October dribbles - 20

The fridge’s stomach rumbled. The heating woke in the bowels of the house, blowing hot like fire. Watching clocks blinked fierce red eyes, bright numbers counting the hours…

Not a creature stirred, not even a mouse, said the rhyme. Not even a house?

Number 13 Primrose place ate its occupants.

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Marianne said…
Wonderful images, Sheila!

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