Friday Fictioneers: The Beast Bike

It’s Wednesday again, time for Friday Fictioneers. This is where a group of like minded people write Flash Fiction (short stories) based on a photo prompt supplied by different people. Stories are around the 100 word mark although you won’t be strung up by the toenails if you go over that mark.

My story is part of an ongoing saga that is between myself and Jules Paige about a vampire (Raynard) chasing down his prey (Saskia). My side of the stories are from Raynard’s view, and Jules’ side comes from Saskia’s side.

Today’s photo prompt comes from Sandra Crook.

You can find the prompt at Rochelle’s blog, and you can find more stories if you click on the InLinkz icon after the story.

You can also find other parts of the story here and here.

^{Photo © Sandra Crook}

THE BEAST BIKE

Gladys told Raynard his prey had taken the train. She had glanced at the ticket and judging by the price, there were three possible stops – Newtown, Old Sycamore Station, or Three Oaks Station.

Raynard was now leaving Newtown on his BeastBike and heading for Old Sycamore. He was still weak after draining Spellmyn. He found out too late that she had drunk holy water. He was laid up for three days in excruciating pain.

There was even more reason to turn Saskia rather than kill her. Maybe he would force her to drink holy water whilst holding a cross made of garlic.