Off the Wall by Juliet Boyd

posted 18 Apr 2016, 12:29 by Juliet Boyd   [ updated 20 Apr 2016, 10:39 ]
The crash, loud enough to wake the dead, wakes you, instead. You listen, your mind still fuzzy, thinking you imagined it.

There’s no way you can get back to sleep.

Glass, that’s what it was.

You push back the covers, begin a creep-walk to the window, on the balls of your feet, sucking in your breath.

It wasn’t the window. Not nearly that far.

Your scream is a strange mixture of gasped-in breath and blasted-out sound. It isn’t the shard of broken mirror, the one that slices into your toes, that chills your blood.

It’s the hand grabbing your ankle.

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Inspiration from this post by @skybisonseamus on Instagram.