The Campanologist

6 Jul

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Sunday Photo Fiction: July 6th 2014

67 07 July 6th 2014Hundreds of townsfolk packed into the local church as the bell slowly tolled twenty-one times. One for each mangled corpse.

No one, not even the preacher, dared to utter the words that laid silent on everyone’s lips. A werewolf lay hidden in our midst.

People lived in a state of heightened awareness, watching family, friends and co-workers for the slightest change of behavior. The scent of mistrust lingered everywhere.

I dropped the silken rope as the last ring pealed out and made my way down the outside of the belfry to wait for the service to end, unaware that I was leaving muddy footprints in my wake…


6 Responses to “The Campanologist”

  1. Lyn July 6, 2014 at 4:47 pm #

    Ahhh, now that was a nice twist. I certainly wasn’t expecting that 🙂

  2. patrickprinsloo July 7, 2014 at 6:30 am #

    Nasty! Get those claws trimmed.

  3. yarnspinnerr July 7, 2014 at 8:44 am #

    That is a great end.

  4. martha0stout July 7, 2014 at 1:04 pm #

    That was a clever twist there, not even the werewolf knows who they are.

  5. Pat July 9, 2014 at 4:03 pm #

    Wow – that was certainly a tension-filled build up! Great idea!

  6. Al July 9, 2014 at 6:48 pm #

    Fantastic twist at the end there.

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