Just one more

Hubert cruised the deserted streets. He should have given up, but he’d promised himself just one more.

Copyright - David Stewart

Copyright – David Stewart

In the pre-dawn light he spotted her. She looked needy – lightly clad for the chilly morning, and alone. He slowed to a stop, spoke friendly words.

She was in. He took off, wasting no time. His mirror showed her face, tired, and anxious. He felt a stab of terrible hunger and knew it would soon be satisfied.

This was it – Hubert pulled over. The house was isolated, neglected, its gate askew, its garden overgrown.

“That’s $25, Miss.”

Done. Now, home for breakfast.


This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting the weekly flash fiction challenge, and thanks to David Stewart for this week’s prompt.

38 thoughts on “Just one more

    • No vampires in this neighbourhood. They’re all too nervous to wander these streets. All sorts of weird things happen here. I’m glad the build-up led you astray – and the ending worked. Thanks for your encouragement.


    • Not a vampire, but he does have some worrying tendencies. Usually he’s harmless, as long as he gets his regular meal breaks. He’s an animal once he gets hungry. Actually, I know quite a few males like that. Glad you liked my story, Amy. Thanks for the lovely feedback.


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