Flash Fiction: Night Driving

Aethereal musings, everyday.

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Presence

She awakened with a gasp, cold, wet and naked. Scrambling to stand in the shower stall, she tripped over the woman’s corpse strangled at her feet. Sprayed by water long since drained of warmth, a melancholy face —empty of life— was the only witness to her christening. A scream and the sound of shattering glass... Continue Reading →

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