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Drifter #13

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DCI Corsten had been called to the new Broadmoor Prison. One of his collars had been acting up, and would only talk to him. Something about a lady in black, they'd told him.

So he was here, prowling the dim corridors. A limerick in his head. "Click Clack. Here comes the woman in black!"

Unthinkingly he nodded at a nurse as she strode past. She nodded curtly in return, an enigmatic smile on her ruby lips.

Cornsten stopped, and turned to see no-one. Nothing there, but the chilling echoes of shoes on the tiled floor.

Click Clack.

Click Clack.

5 comments add one below

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    Jeff Taylor almost 5 years ago

    I thought I'd make it a witches dozen (13) drabbles, instead of leaving it where I had. 😉

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    Drew Martyn almost 5 years ago

    Shiver down the spine time. Lovely!

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    Jeff Taylor almost 5 years ago

    Thanks Drew 😊

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    Jeff Taylor almost 5 years ago

    Oh, and that's all for this Jamie. ☺

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    Jeff Taylor over 3 years ago

    Thank you Andre! 😁 Much appreciated 😊

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