# 72 Monkish (Forgotten and Remembered)
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tthdrabblesTITLE: Monkish
WORD COUNT: 200
FANDOM: Monk
CHALLENGE: # 72, Forgotten & Remembered
NOTES: Not mine, all of the people places and shows belong to someone else.
Monkish
“Aww, come on! Don’t insult me by claiming you don’t remember me.” Angel said with a hiss, making the portly curly haird man flinch.
”I-I-I… but I don’t I’m sorry.” Monk says backing away.
Angel slides up to him and pushes him against the wall. “You’re lying!” Monk covers his face wanting to scream, but has no sound in him, other than the bang of his heart against his rib cage.
“That sweet little Trudy tasted so delicious. You didn’t know she survived the car bomb did you Monk?” He gets inches away from the shorter man’s mouth. “You saw me there after the explosion. I know you did you looked right in my eyes.”
Another voice rings out beside the two men. “Adrian, my love, don’t say you’ve forgotten me!” The vamp faced Trudy growls as she lowers her fangs to her husband’s neck. Then poof she evaporates in a pile of dust.
Monk screams now. “Get me a wipe. Somebody please get me a wipe!” He convulses with sobs. “No, no no no no!” This isn’t happening!” Monk cries, as he drops his steak.
Once composed he relays his story to Natalie and Leland. “Here’s what happened…”
WORD COUNT: 200
FANDOM: Monk
CHALLENGE: # 72, Forgotten & Remembered
NOTES: Not mine, all of the people places and shows belong to someone else.
Monkish
“Aww, come on! Don’t insult me by claiming you don’t remember me.” Angel said with a hiss, making the portly curly haird man flinch.
”I-I-I… but I don’t I’m sorry.” Monk says backing away.
Angel slides up to him and pushes him against the wall. “You’re lying!” Monk covers his face wanting to scream, but has no sound in him, other than the bang of his heart against his rib cage.
“That sweet little Trudy tasted so delicious. You didn’t know she survived the car bomb did you Monk?” He gets inches away from the shorter man’s mouth. “You saw me there after the explosion. I know you did you looked right in my eyes.”
Another voice rings out beside the two men. “Adrian, my love, don’t say you’ve forgotten me!” The vamp faced Trudy growls as she lowers her fangs to her husband’s neck. Then poof she evaporates in a pile of dust.
Monk screams now. “Get me a wipe. Somebody please get me a wipe!” He convulses with sobs. “No, no no no no!” This isn’t happening!” Monk cries, as he drops his steak.
Once composed he relays his story to Natalie and Leland. “Here’s what happened…”
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Date: 2008-02-12 08:24 am (UTC)That's 4/6!
... And please don't use extra blank lines to pad the size of your post.
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Date: 2008-02-17 03:13 am (UTC)Sorry it took me so long to tell you.