Fiction Shorts
Are You the Only One Looking Through Your Window?
You may not be
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1 min readJun 10, 2024
Drabble 162 — Face. Twister. Begin with, ‘I heard a frantic pounding.’
I heard a frantic pounding. Opening the cabin door, I saw nobody outside.
“Who’s there?” I yelled.
Nothing. Only the sound of a random nightjar mousing.
For two weeks, I’d been woken by the pounding — same time every night. There was never anyone there — but I waited — expecting what?
The only pounding was my heart, a rapid, audible beat.
Curiosity bested my fear, and with my nose touching the glass, I watched my face reflected at me — the image of the man I’d desperately tried to escape — But outside, I saw nothing, though knowing it would return — tomorrow, same time.
Finally, a good one by Randy Pulley
