Sunday, February 12, 2017

100 Words a Day 1024

The question made my throat go dry. “What did I see in the room?” I repeated in a raspy voice.

The magistrate nodded.

I licked my lips and tried to swallow.

“At first, I thought I’d stumbled upon an affair between the vinegar merchant and the miller’s wife, who appeared to be asleep on the bed. But then…” I stopped, shuddering.

“The merchant approached the edge of the bed and began shaking his head from side to side, like it was stiff or something. At first I thought his neck was getting longer. Then it popped right off his shoulders.

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