FIONA GLASS
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Shots of paranormal and dark contemporary fiction served with a twist of humour...


PEEPING TOM
by Fiona Glass

She let him pull her away from the church hall, away from the lights and the dance music, into the fields beyond. She knew it was wrong, but met his lips for a kiss, not caring where his hands roamed. When he drew her down onto the soft grass she leant into his touch, fitting herself to him like a shoe to the arch of a foot. Until... "Ray, stop. We're being watched."

His teeth gleamed in the moonlight. "It's only Tom Hubbard's scarecrow, with his floppy hat and the stuffing leaking out of his arms."

She relaxed, murmuring as he entered her.

The farmer grinned, secure in his disguise, watching as they coupled. The sun broke over the horizon, gilding his hat. Feeling its warmth he gasped, limbs turning to wood, hair to straw.

Soon there was only a scruffy old scarecrow, flapping forlornly in Farmer Hubbard's abandoned field.

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Fiona Glass
(Originally published by Pill Hill Press.)


All fiction copyright Fiona Glass 2013-17


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