Tuesday, August 20, 2013

The Storm

She froze there, not breathing, still half-bent toward the cold fireplace, her hand still extended. The glimmer of white at the window behind the sheeting blur of rain had been--she was sure of it--a human face. There had been eyes. She was certain there had been eyes staring in at her.

McKnight Malamar

3 comments:

Jay's Shadow said...

Ha! I need to do this to my new neighbor this Halloween.

You know, welcome them to the neighborhood kind of thing.


Willow Cove said...

A pumpkin fogger! great idea.

girl6 said...

:( :( :(
Man!!!..those DIRTY dishes are Scaring me!!!!!!!