The Count stood, his full height looming over Van Helsing. No escape... and yet the fabled vampire-hunter stood his ground.
“Doctor Van Helsing,” intoned the Count in a quiet voice that carried the accent of Transylvania. “I almost regret that I must kill you. You have always been a worthy opponent. A gentleman with a boutonnière!
“What kind of flower is that, anyway?” He leaned in for a closer look...
...and was rewarded with a squirt in the eye. Dracula screamed in agony, his body dissolving into a thick mist.
“It’s a rose,” replied Van Helsing. “A stinking rose.”
[The topic of Weekly Challenge #156 at the 100 Word Story Podcast is “The Stinking Rose.”]
“Doctor Van Helsing,” intoned the Count in a quiet voice that carried the accent of Transylvania. “I almost regret that I must kill you. You have always been a worthy opponent. A gentleman with a boutonnière!
“What kind of flower is that, anyway?” He leaned in for a closer look...
...and was rewarded with a squirt in the eye. Dracula screamed in agony, his body dissolving into a thick mist.
“It’s a rose,” replied Van Helsing. “A stinking rose.”
[The topic of Weekly Challenge #156 at the 100 Word Story Podcast is “The Stinking Rose.”]
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