I would never know.



They promised.

A chilly breeze whistled eerily
Raising the tiny hairs on the nape of my neck.

Cold steel touched my skin;
I waited for it to sink in.

My breath dripped sweat.

My captors cackled .


*I didn’t manage to answer the question right this week. But, do check out the ones who did over at Yeah Write.

This week’s Question: Who turned out the light?

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