The Light

THE LIGHT

Unfamiliar voices.  My condition, prognosis:  severe trauma… coma… likely brain damage…

I say, “help.”  They don’t hear.

I reach.  They don’t see.

“Let her go,” my husband says.

Silence.

Where is the light?

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This week’s Trifecta weekend challenge:  “Write a horror story in 33 words, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun, or kill. Good luck.”

This is my second entry, and I thought I’d better take the challenge seriously.  This scenario scares me…does it scare  you?

“It” Happened In The Cereal Aisle

“Charlotte?”

I turned; pulse quickened, throat tightened.

“Is this your daughter?”

I swallowed hard.  “Sarah, meet Mommy’s boss, Fran.”

The four-year-old’s eyes brightened.  “You’re the selfish blowhard.  But your nose doesn’t look brown!”

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This week’s Trifecta weekend challenge:  “Write a horror story in 33 words, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun, or kill. Good luck.”

Good luck is right…for this entry, I went for social horror rather than physical horror.   See, no ‘banned’ words needed at all.  However, it may leave you wondering if I had a daughter at one time?” 😆