Haunted Coast Part VIII

A barking dog straining on its lead, its owner glaring as he limped towards me.

This is a public footpath, right? Still hungry, my tone was curt. Face to face, we glared. Dark eyes in a lined face.

Aye, well, folks round here know this field, my crops…

He looked down. I pushed past.

(280 characters)

So I decided to try and write a story one tweet at a time, inspired by Kat’s weekly Twittering Tales Challenge. This is the latest installment. You can start from the beginning here: Haunted Coast: Twittering Tales #81 and work forwards.

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