The door pounds again, bending under the strain. “What the hell is…”
Sarah is ash grey, eyes wide beneath her dreads. Overstrong sandalwood incense still makes me want to sneeze, but now I can smell something else underneath. Something stale copper.
“Missy said,” Sarah’s voice is a squeak, “she’s becoming a sangui… doing some vampire thing with these hot college guys…” There is a scratching at the window, and I know we can’t escape.
“Put your clothes back on, baby,” I tell her, counting the hours until sunrise. I smash the wood furniture, making impromptu stakes.
Thank God for Ikea.
This week’s weekly challenge was Ikea. As always, you can read my story below, and hear my story alone. You can also go to the 100 Word Stories site and podcast to read and hear the rest of the stories, and vote for your favorites! (Which could, of course, include mine…)