She shivers by the window. Breath settling to a decent rhythm.
“Drink.” His clammy hand on her shoulder.
Steam rising, she brings the mug to her lips, prays it’s poison.
word count: 30
—Nortina
Written for #MicroMondays. Click here for challenge details, and here to read more “rhythmic” horrors at 30 words.
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Beautiful.The last line. Nailed it. To think that living is a nightmare.
Cheers,
Deepa
2018: A-Z
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Praying for one’s own death? Yeah, that kind of living truly is a nightmare!
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That last line killed it. Good one, Nortina.
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Thanks! 🙂
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Thrilling tale in 30 words. Brilliant pen!
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Thanks! 🙂
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A real life horror story. Nicely done Nortina
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Thank you! 🙂
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