Something Monstrous This Way Comes
Flash Fiction (Part Four)
Millicent Walton pressed her face against the window. Not that she could see any better for it. The thick, wavy panes let in the light well enough, but it was nigh on impossible to make out more than the barest shape on the other side of the glass.
She was small for her nine years, barely able to reach the wide sill. Still, she could…