Gulp (Halloween Story)

Alex Le
Alex Le
Nov 5 · 5 min read

A massive cumulative force on one end of the shovel. The brightest smile on her face. Tiny droplets of rain on her hollow cheeks. Satisfied. She went back to her farmhouse leaving tracks of mud on the cold hardwood floor. She was waiting for her lover that night. Gulped.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

The woman let out a loud scream. She sat up. Gasped. She couldn’t breathe. Inhaled. Exhaled. Her throat was burning. She felt a tight pressure around her neck. She couldn’t breathe properly. Her ears rang. 3:14 a.m. The Devil’s time. Her red bedsheet. Tears filled in her eyes…

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Just your ordinary Vietnamese girl in America, she is not afraid to tell what the world what she’s having in mind and what she is capable of doing. #strong

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