MC's Whispers

Whispering Silences

Dim footsteps

© Liz Young

Come, follow me”, she said as soon as he approached.

She was dressed in black and it scared him. He didn’t know her very well, yet something about her intrigued him. He allowed himself to be lured by her; to be led into dark passageways and alleys he never knew existed.

He could only see worn-out heels decisively hitting the ground before him.

She led him into a cave-like entry that opened up into a beautiful back yard. She offered a drink.

How he ended up behind the wheel of a crashed car the next morning, is beyond his memory.

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9 thoughts on “Dim footsteps

  1. Poor guy! Excellent storytelling! 🙂

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  2. Oh dear, poor man set up.

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  3. She needed a scapegoat. Did he check his wallet?

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  4. Oh the intrigue! Not the first time a patsy has been lured by a skirt into disaster. Very well-told story, MC. You told it just right.


  5. That’s very mysterious. I really like how you lure us in.

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