The Writer (flash fiction)
The wind and rain on the windowsill is maddeningly frightening.
She breathes in and swallows her fear as she continues to write.
She wonders, as each moment and word pass by, if she’ll have the courage tonight to finish what she started.
The horrors in the back of her mind trickle onto the pages as the wind howls, screeching for her attention.
“You have no idea the atrocities in my head,” she whispers as she looks to the raging storm outside, “For they are far worse than you.”
The candlelight flickers, and thunder rumbles as the pen scratches furiously.