Every week, Rochelle posts a photo that has been donated to her so that we can use it as a prompt to write a piece of fiction of around 100 words. If you want to have a go, head over to HERE, or if you want to read what others have written, head over to HERE.
Leaning against the door, Raynard breathed an imaginary sigh of relief when he heard the tractor thunder past. He looked down at his hand and saw it was still smoking where the light from the sunrise caught it. The pain did not dampen his spirits. After several months, he finally had a lead on Saskia.
He pushed himself off the door and heard someone in the next room. Creeping along the wall, he looked in a mirror to see through the door. He saw the hotel house cleaner making the bed, looked down at his hand, and grinned. Five minutes later, his hand looked as good as new.
* As Vampires are dead, they cannot breath an actual sigh of relief
** The house cleaner would not have seen him as vampires have no reflection