Tuesday, March 31, 2015

"The Agreement" one fantasy tale in "Loves, Myths, and Monsters"

Paranormal Love Wednesdays
Hello all and welcome to another great Paranormal Love Wednesdays, here on JoAnne's Blog. I dont know what it would be like to be incarcerated, but for my snooty rich boy, in "The Agreement", his stay in the Roseville Jail, was a place I wouldn't wish on anyone. Read the excerpt and judge for yourself. And please leave comments.


The Agreement

Blurb: Incarcerated in the abandoned Roseville jail, is the last thing rich college student and speeder Brice Conrad, needs. With an "agreement" between the town and a permanent demonic "guest", only the unfortunate ones know the truth, but do not live to tell.

Excerpt: Sweating like a dog, Brice pleaded with his capturers. “I got four thousand dollars in my wallet. It’s yours. All of it. Just don’t lock me up and I wont say nothing about the assault.”
After swinging Brice around to face him, the sheriff asked. “Are you try’n to bribe me boy?”
“Yeah, he is bribing you. Yeah, he is,” chirped the excited deputy, wiping sweat from his upper lip.
“Now you done insulted me,” the sheriff said socking Brice in the jaw and knocking him out cold.
Hours later, Brice woke to an overhead fluorescent light blinding him. Sitting up on his flimsy and slightly damp bare cot, he discovered it was night as the faint sound of crickets drifted in from the outside. Through the dimness, he noticed he had a cellmate.
“Who are you and where am I?” he asked.
Sitting on a stool in an adjacent corner of the cell was a muscular middle aged man sniffing something he clutched in his large hand. “My name is Mr. Nomed and you’re in the Roseville jail. How’s your jaw?”
“A little sore,” Brice said caressing his bruise. “That fat old sheriff is gonna regret he ever pulled me over when my Dad finds out where I’m at.”
“Does your father love you very much?”
Looking at the soft spoken man, Brice asked. “What kind of question is that?”
“A question I would like answered if you please.”
“Well I don’t care to please and what are you sniffing?”
Looking at Brice from across the room, Mr. Nomed, cracked a smile and calmly said, “Your blood stained handkerchief.”
“What?” Brice said jumping to his feet. “Are you one of them kinky people the papers are always talking about?”
“There’s nothing strange about my behavior. When you arrived you were unconscious and bleeding, so I used your handkerchief to tend your injury. You should be grateful. I saved your shirt and tie from getting ruined.”
“Screw my shirt and tie. I got dozens of them. Just keep your distance and we’ll get along fine till I’m bailed out.”
“So you don’t think you’ll be staying?”
“Of course not. All they got me for is a speeding ticket. I got legal papers on the corvette.”
“But does anyone know you‘re here?”


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1 comment:

  1. The last sentence was chilling. Yikes. I hope someone knows where he is. :)

    Just joined the Paranormal Love Wednesdays Blog Hop. Thought I'd stop by and read the snippets and say hi. If you have a chance, sure would love to have you pop in at my place. :) Karen's Shenanigans.