The tourist irritated Camelia. Shamelessly flouncing in front of her sons, exciting them. Rubbing against her boyfriend, practically masturbating him in Camelia’s store. Holding her nose, as if she smelled dung instead of garlic.
“Cheap,” the boyfriend was disdainful. “What’s wrong with them?”
Camelia pointed at the sleeping-bags. “Stains.”
“Gross. Was this shit?”
“No.” Camelia was honest; if not exactly forthcoming
A bargain was reached. Equipment, plus local directions to the Carpathian ruins.
Camelia watched them leave.
“Head out morning, after the Strigoi are finished with them” she instructed her sons. “Grab the bags, wash them again.”
This was a tough one this week Rochelle – I saw this two days ago, and had literally zero ideas until today!
Anyway for those new to joining us, this is Friday Fictioneers, where the aim is to write a 100 word story with a beginning, middle, and end. I’m interested to see if people understand this one – Ive left lots to the imagination this week… If it helps:
Let me know if you think it makes sense, what you think this is about – or is it too obscure?
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