As some of you already know, I am a writer. Or more to the point, I make up stories. At any time I have dozens of projects on the go. Some of these are stories that I started telling years ago, in the cross-processed haze of my youth. Others are more recent, like the one story that I finished editing the other day after it spent over two years on my “to do” list.

But sometimes I like to take a break from all of that and write something just for the fun of it. I love pulp fiction because it’s quick and engaging. It doesn’t require a lot of brain power to read, which is an added bonus when it’s two-thousand degrees celsius outside and the most you are capable of concentrating on is lifting a glass of water to your lips one sip at a time.

This morning I wrote a story about vampires. It’s not a topic I visit as often as you might think, so I enjoyed doing it. And rather than let my words fester on some hard-drive, I thought that I may as well take the opportunity to share it here for your reading pleasure.