Harry didn’t believe all that talk of a killer stalking the woods and didn’t want to stay home, nice and safe, while his grandma was out at the shops. He snuck out the back door and ran like crazy to those woods. He’d show her she couldn’t frighten him with silly tales.
Up and up his favourite hill he went – great for tobogganing down – and…
He screamed.
Strong arms pinioned him.
The killer.
“Harry, I told you to stay at home,” said his grandma.
crispina kemp 
A grandma out of hell ouuhh
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I’m doing it Old School!
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Oh my goodness, I love this!! Great shocker at the end, Crisp!
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Thank you, Nan. I enjoyed the write 🙂
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Of course, it was HIS grandma…
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All kinda twisty-like 🙂
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Indeed!
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Ha! Such a twisted twist!
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Thank you. Enjoyed writing this one
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Lol! Well done Crisp! A short who dunnit.
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Now why can’t I trim my novels to a reasonable length!
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