Author: Rob's Surf Report

Rob lives near the geographical center of the North American continent with his wife, daughters, and one very needy cat. Most days he's a member of the law enforcement community, and tries to keep himself sane by making himself both stronger and more creative. His big plan is to find a way back to the coast and to stay there for good so he can surf the livelong day.

Dead Ends

This once-flourishing farm community, wasting away —

Resorting to superstitious custom.

Disgusting.

Their only physical evidence was the crazed bust that once topped her tombstone —

inexplicably smashed; curious, but insufficient.

“Gentlemen,” VanKirk declared, “since you insist, you may exhume my daughter. I sincerely doubt you will find her. . . a vampire.”

Preposterous.



This flash fiction in 50 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan (crazed).