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Morsel

MorselThe pale walls of the tunnel were covered in brightly coloured pictures. An empty box of crayons, discarded paint tubes and nubs of chalk littered the floor. The illustrations stopped at chest height, identifying the age of the artists more accurately than their artwork.

Mr Vandemar sniffed the air, one of the artists had come off second best in a fight, definitely dead and decidedly new to the condition. He picked the child up, tucking her under his arm. The movement dislodged the paintbrush buried in her eye, it hit the ground with a plink.

He would eat well tonight.


tv100box of crayons

Comments

( 8 howls — talk to the wolf )
sanda56
24th Apr, 2004 14:24 (UTC)
Oh nasty! :0)
redwolf
24th Apr, 2004 23:32 (UTC)
Thank you.
willshenilshe
24th Apr, 2004 15:20 (UTC)
*gulp, eyes chicken sandwich* He might eat well... me, on the other hand... this apple suddenly looks rather appealing. But cheers and bottoms up to Vandemar - may he enjoy his feast!
redwolf
24th Apr, 2004 23:33 (UTC)
Vandemar is always hungry and will eat anything. It makes him fun to write.
jetis
25th Apr, 2004 02:05 (UTC)
The movement dislodged the paintbrush buried in her eye, it hit the ground with a plink.

Whew. That was pretty powerful stuff, my dear.
redwolf
25th Apr, 2004 04:20 (UTC)
Life is tougher in London Below and very different. I wanted to give an idea of that. Plus, Mr Vandemar was hungry.
diceandzombies
28th Apr, 2004 06:16 (UTC)
Ooh, it's Mr. Vandemar. And crayons. Y'know, I can... see that happening. XD"
redwolf
28th Apr, 2004 06:53 (UTC)
It was a bit of a stretch to connect him to crayons, but the lovely Mr Vandemar is always the opportunist when it comes to his stomach.
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