The Dampness in the Room had a tricky smell The color of the curtains still bore faint rays of the evening sun Time has stopped but the clock needles struggled to click The fireplace still active, engulfed the remaining pieces of wood Brutality slept chained in a corner and snored Monalisa hung hidden behind the cupboard wall The kettle stopped whistling when the last drop vanished The footsteps neared and the door knob moved The grip tightened and the breathing [...]
Tweet Fiction #3 The loud TV hushed the door knocks. As he struggled with the canine outside, she fought the remote; the knocks ended and the channel changed
He took the cup to his lips, but forgot to sip the coffee. He kept it back on the table and all the while staring straight into the monitor. He was disturbed, not just with the news he read. He has read much dreaded news that often seems like it was the synopsis of some horror flick. But this was different.
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