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Text - Your Life Depends On It
"He's
there, isn't he? You see him, don't you? No matter how fast I walk, he's still
the same distance away. I'm practically breathless from running, and he appears
calm. Nonchalant. I'm so scared?" I text my girlfriend.
"To blurry,"
she answers. "No way to identify him if you end up dead?"
Quit texting,
idiot, and run! I tell myself, but take another look….
"He's
gone. Oh God, where is he?" I text.
"Hey
gorgeous, what's the hurry?" A deep voice asks.
"How?"
my last words as I faint in his arms.
"Gotta love texting bitches and a foggy night."
***
Yolanda
Renée © 2023
***
MUAHAHAHAHA!
Thought I'd change it up
a drabble for fun.
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7 comments:
Sadly I fear many people text when they should flee. And their phones are there at the death.
Great snippet. Enjoy this month since you love horror.
That was twisted!
That did not end well for her. LOL
Great, scary, snippet, as usual.
Great end, literally. Twisted indeed. We do love our phones.
Poor woman - she doesn't know what awaits her when she wakes ... cheers Hilary
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