Night is falling. Beware travelers, beware foolish children. Do not go into the night. Learn from your elders and follow their example. The Night longs to take you. The Night does not love you.
One step towards the door.
Blue eyes glance back over a small shoulder.
The father sits at his post, hands loose on the shotgun, but his head tilts forward. His chest rises and falls slowly. Quiet from the bedroom.
Small hands reach up pull on the forbidden handle.
Something buffets against.
A welcome in.
The door slams open.
“No!”
A rising scream.
The future is taken.
Intriguing development... I like how the sentences got shorter towards the end. I didn't even notice until I read it over again, but it made it feel like it all happened so fast it couldn't have been any different.
ReplyDeleteI like how you refer to the children as "the future".
ReplyDeleteDitto. This is fantastic!
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