Tick-Tock, Summer.
Inspired by a nightmare and a deep-seated fear.
Tick, tock.
I could hear him from my hiding place. Calling out, mocking me with the sing-song lilt of his voice.
Tick, tock.
My lower lip quivered as I slid down along the wall, easing slowly toward the grimy floor. The urge to peek out was suffocating--but I couldn't. I wouldn't.
Tick, tock.
He knew exactly what he was doing. He had waited until dusk and chased me to the old abandoned house on Baker Street.
As the last remnants of sunlight faded, I finally gave in and peeked out.
His grinning face was mere inches from mine. "Tick-tock, Summer."
About the Creator
Natasha Penn
Latinx, genderfluid, parent ✨ Author, blogger, & freelance writer. Working on my book series: Saturn Rising, Book One: Aquarius. Will post my poetry, short stories, and fiction series here.
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