Monday, April 24, 2017

Annabelle. A story in 100 words.

In my dream, I saw a swing and a lake. The swing moved gently in the breeze, but the lake was as flat and still as if it was frozen.

Suddenly, I felt a  hand on my arm and a warm whisper in my ear.

‘No bad deed goes unpunished,’ it said. I hadn’t heard that voice for years and it froze the blood in my veins. It was Annabelle. She’d come to haunt me.

‘I didn’t mean to push you that hard,’ I told her.

‘But you did!’

Her laugh echoed in the forest and I never woke up.

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