It was their meeting place. Or was until the day they found the body. Female. Blonde. Bleached, with dark roots at least two inches long. A nurse. Or maybe a care assistant, or a cleaner.
They were too busy discussing the uniform, they didn’t notice the missing feet… at first. Then Janie fainted, Sandy turned decidedly white, and Maurice vomited his recently pigged-down burger.
They never met by that bridge again.
crispina kemp 
A dark twist in the story
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Inspired by a real story, but it’s long ago, and belongs to a friend, so it has ben greatly changed.
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Oh wow! A gory tale. But reality is stranger than fiction.
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It is so often so
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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That’s a rather gruesome story!
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Yes, isn’t it. A myriad sources drawn upon, from Bronze Age Iberian warriors to a story belonging years ago to a now deceased friend
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You do manage to bring lots of originality!
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Ah, the start of a murder mystery! Maybe like Quentin Tarantino, the killer had a foot fetish.
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I like feet, they are the foundation of our existence! And so much symbolism around them too. Feet should not be brushed away as “mundane” 🙂
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A great story in miniature Crispina.
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Thank you. I think I’ve finally cracked the micro-fiction thing 🙂
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Chilling!
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Although I like comedic, I do do chilling sometimes 🙂
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