On The Edge #centusSaturday #shortstory
A light pierced the fog
“come to shelter “
turning toward darkness
my arms grew weary
groping in a mist of confusion
“come this way”
“but there is nothing to light the way”
changing direction
my feet stumble on a root
the cliff just inches behind me
slipping toward the edge…
I’m sorry I missed the first part of this prompt but I will attempt to hang the reader off the cliff for Jenny Matlock’s Centus Saturday
Late Night Call #mystery #microfiction
In the midst of a perfect dream the phone rang.
“Who’s calling at 2 in the morning? I yawned.
“Hello. What? Where are you honey?”
“My car broke down. I ‘m stranded at a phone booth on Hillcrest.”
“Ok honey let me call the police, stay there, and I will come get you.”
“Noooo…” I heard my daughter’s frantic scream on the other end of the line.
“Honey, HONEYYYYY….Help is coming!!!”
I left the phone line open.
After pounding on the third neighbor’s door, I rushed in and called the police.
“The number you have reached is no longer in service.”
“There is no one there maam…”
Thanks to Jenny the gracious hostess at Centus Saturday. This week’s prompt: “The number you have reached is no longer in service” ~ Enjoy!
