Friday Flash 55

081doorway-martinswalkup-doorwayShe paused in the darkness. Was something, someone, moving behind her? The metallic taste of fear rose in her throat; her heart raced.

If only she could reach the door first — get to the other side, safety. Slowly she inched forward.

The air shifted, rippled. She was not alone. Something warm brushed against her ankle.


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