Mosquito | A 100 Word Story

#330 VIII of Wands – The Looking Glass Railway

If I’m being honest, he was a rather polite mosquito, even if he does have an uncontrollable hunger for blood. Standing at the other end of the bridge in a three piece suit, red suede shoes, and bowler hat with a bright red rose in his lapel, he politely asked us to follow him.

She gripped my hand tighter when we saw the train. With little options but to get on, we found ourselves moving on a track we didn’t even know existed till now.

“I must say, the pair o’ ya are much more trusting than the last two.”