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The Smell of Fear
Gleaming copper pennies, golden vermilion, warming in the sun. Many people evoke the image of night for terror. I prefer fear stark, bright, vivid. Shining in the light of day. Crisp and moist, the scent of pennies mixed with sweat and the hot blood of a racing heart. Your last tiny gasp smells of it as drink your life away.
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| Great the way you said so much in so little words. I can only add to the other comments that the pennies was a deft touch. well done. |
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| i love this...taking away the one thing that you believe will for sure protect you (sunlight), that is terror. |
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Comment by: karjon Online- 2007-11-01 13:10
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Ah, the metallic smell and taste of blood - what a great idea, Vaughn. Great descriptions from you once again.
Cheers
Karen |
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Pennies and the smell of blood. Very good, Vaughn. I love it.
Bill |
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Comment by: DKav Online- 2007-10-31 15:15
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You are perfectly spot on saying that terror can happen in the light of day. I can imagine vampires adapting themselves to the modern way of life and mixing with other people. It reminds me obliquely of that sci-fi series "The Invaders" where aliens take human form and live a normal life.
Poetic choice of words as well!
Have a happy hallowe'en. |
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