"Shadows have eyes."
He hugged her. "No, they don't."
Closing her eyes against the whispers only she could hear, she clutched his fingers.
"Freeze," she pleaded.
He raised her hand to his lips. His breath was warm, like his blood when the shadows took him.
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Inktober 2019
General Fiction50 word short stories for my first attempt at Inktober. They might be related, they might not. Let's find out. Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay.
