In Your Dreams

Glad you could join us for the next implausible episode of Elliot’s Adventures. If you’re new here, you can catch up by returning to the beginning, and reading really fast…

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Pressing her tongue firmly against the roof of her mouth, Duggla crushed the crispy-crunchy shell to savor the seeping succulence of the Assassin’s juicy guts. Devouring him satisfied so much more than just her hunger, she was almost reluctant to swallow. It was a transcendent experience. But shouts rumbling down to the dungeon broke through her dream, waking her to the dank dimness of her cell.

Finally. Somebody discovered the Guard, she thought pushing herself up to a squat. “Down here!” she yelled. “I know who did it!”

A fresh-faced young Guard rattled down the stairs, stuck a torch in the bracket on the wall, and watched her blink against the glaring flame.

“An’ ’ow would you know anyfink?” he asked from across the room.

Chewing her fingertips, Madam Duggla scrunched into a back corner. She explained in a quivering whisper, “Because the killer came down here to see me. He would have killed me, too, if I’d let him.”

“Aw righ’ then, ’oo was it? ’Oo killed Sylvester?”

“Do you mean the jail Guard?” She waited till the new Guard nodded. “It was the Assassin.”

He looked so bewildered, Duggla took a chance on his inexperience. “Take me to the Queen and I’ll help her find him.”

Hesitating only a moment, he pulled a key from his belt and stepped toward the gate.

To be continued. . .

Previously, on Elliot’s Adventures ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Next time . . .

Author: Sue Ranscht

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