Now alone, eerie chants rose from behind her. Hesitating, she spun around and saw a pallid child with his mouth sewn shut. As she fainted, something caught her. It was cold.
[Written in response to this writing prompt.]
It leaves the reader “cold”.
Good one. I enjoyed this.
I did like the twist at the end. Normally you catch cold, not the other way around…
… I’ll get my hat.
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I am for an art that has the power to knock your socks off. I am for poetry that already has. Author, musician, educator, scatter brain. Proudly serving the global community since 1984.
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