The sound of breaking glass wakes me from deep sleep. I bolt upright, clutching the blankets to my
chest. My sorority sisters are out of
town, I’m alone. I hold my breath,
straining to hear…footsteps in the hall, heavy booted feet. I can’t move, my heart pounds in my
chest. The door squeaks open. A hulking figure crosses the room and paws
through my dresser, ”Panty raid,” he hollers, swinging my lacies ‘round his
pinkie.
Interesting choice of word and well employed in your story.
ReplyDeleteIt was a silly one : )
DeleteHahaha! You had me, Millie! It was spooky, but I liked the ending! :-)
ReplyDelete: ) Why thank you!
DeleteI like the way you built the tension and then quickly let it dissipate. A fun read.
ReplyDeleteThanks Chuck, it was a silly one to write!
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