“Let sleeping Blgthrgths lie” the sign said.
But he ignored it and confidently stepped out into the cordoned off square.
Something like a floppy wet towel slapped around his face!
UGH!
And it was an angry wet towel, making horrid noises as it slapped his head viciously!
Spinning, tripping, slapping at his face in a vain attempt to get the Blgthrgths off his face, he fell back over the cordone rope.
Where he died.
“I’m not dead!”
You stay out of this, I’m the narrator.
“I twisted my ankle!”
No, you’re dead, see? Says so right here.
“You wrote that in by hand!”
The blgthrgths will get you again.
“Get away from me you psycho!”
No sense of humor that one.
I *love* your writing! That passage was reminiscent of a scene in “USS Seawolf” by Patrick Robinson (sp?). They didn’t have Blgthrgths, though.