Lights Off

The door is locked and my hands are trembling, covered with blood. I heard constant sound of loud knocks. I shake in fear, and hide immediately behind the door.

‘Someone’s got the key.’

Ice melted from my nape down to my system. I can almost not breathe.

It’s opening.

My heart beats rapidly. A silhouette holding a knife was drawn through the open door. I can only cry.

“What happened to the incandescent?!” she yelled. She’s got a knife, and a spatula too.


by Cinderella Fernandez

From: Friday Flash Fiction


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