Fantasy Drabble #50 “You’re Going To Have To Come With Us.”

There was an insistent knocking on the door. When he opened it, there were two policemen standing in the hall. “May we come in?”

“Sure.” He stood aside. No sense making trouble.

While one looked around, the other asked questions. “May I ask why your windows are all blacked out?”

“Work nights, sleep days.”

“Is that right.”


“Live here alone?”

“That’s right.”

The second cop called from the kitchen, “What’s in all these jars in the fridge?”


“Looks like blood…”


“I have to ask, sir: are you registered as a vampire?”

“I’m telling you it’s soup.”


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