He was huge. Tall and broad, with unruly white hair and beard, though his face seemed startlingly pale when paired with the reddened cheeks and nose of a serious drinker. He wore an ancient, old-fashioned long underwear shirt that might have been World War II army surplus. He gave one last wracking cough, then took a deep breath and turned to regard me with eyes that were bleary, but bright blue, not bloodshot.
"A vision of womanliness," he said in a thick, English accent. Even with all my Public Television viewing, I couldn't place its location in the British Isles.
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I think I'd be out of there before he had the chance to speak. Nice six! :)
ReplyDeleteIt's always nice to get a compliment, but I think I'd still beat it for the hills! Great six, Lynne. :)
ReplyDeletelike a drinker? coughing? lol - such an image. Love it
ReplyDeleteVery descriptive and a great six. However, I don't think I would be hanging around to try to figure out the accent! ;)
ReplyDeleteJessica, Siobhan/Meg & Carly, thanks! I agree that flight would be a better option, think the vampire pheromones keep potential blood donors frozen in their tracks! Also some of us turn to jelly in the presence of a British accent...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sassy, I wanted a different kind of vampire!
Wonderfully descriptive, awesome build up. Great six, Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAwesome six and very spooky. I look forward to seeing what you have for us next Sunday! Have a great week!
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