Friday Fiction- Vengeance Spree

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Vengeance Spree

‘Can you see the horses talking in a human voice?’

‘There is nothing you drunken fool and after one bottle even stones talk to you. ‘She switched off the light and was gone.

They came near haughtily, ‘we are ghosts of horses you killed  for meat.’

‘I can’t even dream of that, I love horses,’ I stammered.

‘You human beings are not reliable; you’ll not shy away from eating even human beings if starving.’

’I can’t even dream of it. ‘I was shaking.

‘Better not.’ They said menacingly, ‘we are on a vengeance spree tonight.’