Down in the valley where nobody should go, Franklin shuffled along in the gloom, making his way back home, dragging the body behind him.
Pesky kid. Why had they come here? Still, more fuel for the living room fire and a handsome dinner tonight.
No doubt someone would come looking, snooping around. He would have to hide out in the hills until they left.
Probably here on spring break, tourists, always looking in places they shouldn’t. The locals never ventured down in the valley where nobody should go.
The last time they came they were looking for his parents. They didn’t find them, or Franklin. He watched them for days until they finally left.
Since then they left him alone. He had learned to survive on his own. His parents had taught him well before he decided he didn’t want them around anymore.
And every now and then he would leave the valley and hunt for some fresh meat. The rabbits and cats and stray dogs were nice enough, but sometimes he felt like a change.
Down in the valley where nobody should go, Franklin arrived at his wooden shack. Time to get the fire going and look out Mother’s old recipe book.
This is a response to the Thursday Photo Prompt – Valley curated over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. Click on the link to read other stories inspired by the image.
I think I will stay away from the valley!
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Me too – it all went a bit dark there!
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Yeah, just a bit. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo and commented:
First in this week…
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‘A bit dark’? That has to be the understatement of the year 🙂
Nicely done though, Iain.
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Yes, I’m not really sure what happened, I’m having a lovely, relaxing day as well, so there’s no real reason for it! 🙂
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Sometimes things lurk beneath the surface 😉
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Glad you’ve gone all fluffy Easter bunny boiler with this one
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Yes, Happy Easter one and all! 🙂
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Good write for the challenge.
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Thank you
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Deliciously creepy!
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Thank you – I creeped myself a bit 🙂
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A very happy Easter to you too Iain 🙂
On a more serious note, this was dark as hell, but good fun 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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Well, he’s a nasty one. Time to invent a rough and tough hero to go hunting and clean out that valley.
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It’s set up nicely for a hero to emerge. Thanks James.
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Oh my gruesome. But well written.
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Thank you
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Good one. Franklin should team up with Gordo and Helga (my- last week’s cannibals)…some new recipes await.
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A cook book perhaps? 🙂
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Yes! Yes!…..although marketing the book might be problematic. 😂😂
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All about finding a niche! 🙂
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Lol!
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Excellent! Intriguing right away and engaging. You know you should look away…but can’t 😬
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Thank you – I’m not sure I want to write what else he gets up to…!
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thanks for the reblog – much appreciated.
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Thank you for posting, and the permission to read and reblog. Have a good weekend ahead. Michael
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Hmm, well this is a bit dark. I’m left wondering what Franklin’s parents did wrong so he saw them off, but then again, taking their child away from civilisation to live as such a small unit is bound to have psychological consequences. Another great story telling so much and leaving us thinking.
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Thank you Sarah Ann. Yes, a bit too dark perhaps!
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Mmh…wondering what’s getting cooked this time?
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A little stew perhaps? 🙂
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Uuuuuuuh, very scary…
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