Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 10)

Earlier parts of The Dire-Man can be found here: 

One – Two – Three – Four – Five – Six – Seven – Eight – Nine

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Outside, the storm clouds raged above our heads and the air felt heavy and hot.

My son sat on the ground. He held up a fingerless right hand and looked at it as though he had never seen it before.

The Dire-Man danced and twirled as the rain began to fall in fat, wet slaps on the ground.

‘Do you know why you’re here, boy?’ He sang in a cracked falsetto. ‘You’re here because a long time ago your daddy and I made a deal.’  He smiled and a plump beetle ran out of his mouth and down his chin.

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Another Friday Fictioneers story with prompt supplied by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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7 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 10)

  1. Dear Dire-Man, What kind of snacks do you eat late at night so I can cross them off my grocery list. – Just kidding – wow- what an imagination for the macabre! Graphic too – you are good with words! Nan :)

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