In the Dark

Without power, the office was filled with night and shadow. But Agnes could hear its amorphous slithering. Smell its acrid, sweet odor.

Crouched on her cubicle desk, she lit the floor with her cellphone.

Above her, an oily, dark mass prepared to drop.

Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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