The Nightstalker

A fiction short story

Annie’s eyes shot open, and she stared at her bedroom ceiling in the pitch dark of night, the image of a barn owl tattoo still floating in front of her eyes as if it were seared in her brain. She blinked rapidly a few times and the image slowly faded. Like when you accidentally stare straight at the sun and have the brightness etched in your vision until it



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Caitlin McColl

I write about mental health, the future, grief & loss, mindfulness, general life musings (+ fiction and poetry!). ❤️coffee & dogs. 🇨🇦