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Late Again

Mother's intuition

By M DannenfelserPublished 4 months ago 1 min read
Late Again
Photo by Amber Kipp on Unsplash

The school was deserted, harsh fluorescents illuminating a lone figure: my son Sam, waiting patiently, eyes hollow in the twilight. An apology slipped from my lips, unanswered. The car's interior was unusually chilly.

The rearview mirror showed Sam's reflection, but his eyes didn't gleam with their usual life. He seemed distorted, as if under rippling water. I blamed the late hour.

As we neared home, I felt a growing unease. We pulled into the driveway. His reflection in the mirror was gone, leaving me to wonder who, or what, was sitting in the back seat, emitting a strange, guttural hum.

Short StoryMysteryMicrofictionHorrorFantasy

About the Creator

M Dannenfelser

Married Midwesterner who loves reading, writing, and cats.

Part-time daydreamer, full-time nerd.

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