Eyes Right – Friday Fictioneers

Here is my latest entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

I walk across London Bridge to work each morning, and some days, the bridge and all beyond is shrouded in fog or mist. It has crossed my mind that we are so trusting, to expect that the bridge, and everything on the other side, is indeed, still there….


Copyright – Sandra Crook

– Eyes Right –

They follow one another like lambs.

Fog. It had descended in the night hours when Death beckons. I had been awake in my glass-encased penthouse, Scotch swirling in lead crystal. It had struck me as vaguely curious, but then I turned my back, returned to my dealings, turned on by money.

There were no footsteps on London Bridge – which my subconscious expected. I returned to the window. The fog rose. London Bridge was gone, and all that remained of those sheep was their detritus bobbing on the Thames below.

It pays to have your wits about you in the City.


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28 thoughts on “Eyes Right – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Um….. shiver! I have a strange fear of walking across bridges, and i think you’ve just provided my nightmares for the next week or so!
    Didn’t know you lived in London! I love London – spent a wonderful New Year’s Eve there many years ago.

    1. Well, better to have nightmares about something totally fictional than real, live people, I think!

      I have lived in London, but then moved down to Brighton on the coast a few years ago. Still travel in for work every weekday though… I’m glad you enjoyed your British experience. You should come back – we still don’t bite over here! 🙂

  2. Dear Freya,

    The fog set the mood and the rest of the story fit the somewhat ominous setting. Nicely done. All it needs is theremin music in the background.



  3. Freya, Creepy, well-written story. The fog has been a character in many chilling stories. O_o I think I’d wonder why I didn’t see people walking back the other way. This would be a great hook for a longr story. 🙂 —Susan

    1. Thank you! As for wondering why he didn’t see people coming back the other way… i think he was just too interested in making money…! I think I may well keep this one for future use 🙂

  4. Dear Freya, Great story and I know how creepy fog can be, plus we live near a huge cemetery. I would go walking there at night – but not if it was foggy. Ooooh I have shivers now. Good job! Nan 🙂

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