Wednesday, March 8, 2017

When Darkness Comes

She sat there hoping that this place wasn't real. Hoping that the stories weren't true and yet here she sat in the very place where her nightmares lived and breathed. It was just like her dreams. The heavy wooden chest she sat on underneath the window. But come midnight she would become something else, someone else. That is what she feared above all else.


Roz said...

Wow, loved this, very intriguing. I'm a big fan of your flash fiction :)


Angel said...

Thanks Roz glad you enjoyed it.