The sight of granny...writing prompt response
The other week I posted a writing prompt: The sight of granny. . .
Here is my attempt.
The sight of granny tied to a chair, a purple bruise the size of a fist on her cheek, her lower lip bleeding, made Jane's blood boil with anger and fear. Reflexively, she curled her fingers into tight balls ready to pound either of the two goons, whichever one harmed Granny Pearl, both of them. Into the ground like moles in the Whack-A-Mole game at an arcade.
2 comments:
The sight of granny slicking through the dark alley, raised the hair on the back of my neck. When did she get so limber, stealthy and lethal? That's when she turned, her eyes red, white fangs glistening. I scream...
Robin K - That's cool and so not what I expected. Nice job!
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