Fears – Page 7 – Little Fears

Inktober Day Fourteen – Clock

She watched the grains drop. Hoping for a blockage that never came. Knowing that when her time was up, she’d be in there with them.

“She might look a bit funny, but trust me,” he sighed, “if your name ain’t down, you ain’t getting in.”

“Hey dad,” said the child, “look at the size of them!”
“I know,” replied the father. “Tiny, aren’t they?”

Suspended in the air, Sprite looked down and sighed as history repeated itself. This was exactly how his last relationship had ended.

So she decided, ‘feck it, just go with it.’

“Brah,” said Dribbles. “Got a Kleenex?”
“Nope,” sighed Sprite. “Got an umbrella?”

“Well,” sighed the farmers’ wife, “at least it ate the scarecrows before they burned the barn down…”

“Look,” sighed Chicken, “I just want to cross the road.”
Spectre and Sprite smirked.

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Not an Inktober level doodle, but I couldn’t get the image out of my head of Spectre and Sprite heckling chickens as they try and cross the road…

“You’re not what I meant to summon,” she sighed. “But if you can make him disappear, you’ll do.”

Over the screams of terrified sprites, the beast did growl, “excuse me bruv, may I have a roast chestnut?”