The Cursed Country
- Writers Pouch
- Jun 16, 2015
- 7 min read
Updated: Jul 5
I: Flint’s Nightmare
On a foggy night in the Flint Country, a woman was ready to have supper at home.
“Where are you? I am calling you for dinner,” she shouted.
“Jen, our dinner is ready. Come on, dear, we can have it”, she kept calling him.
Meanwhile, she could hear water leaking. Soon enough, she could hear it was fast increasing. She said to herself, “Hoof! I have to go there now. I am vexed with this man!”
“Tlick, tlick.” She walked into the washroom to tighten the tap, and at once the door was shut in her face.
“Tlick, tlick.” She walked into the washroom to tighten the tap, and at once the door was shut in her face.
