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1 min readJul 3, 2023
Pray For Morning
100 words, A fear that might leave a Scratch
Tucked near the wall I wait, listening as the wind knocks fists against the walls, bending the trees to claw against the roof. Lightning flashes, before plunging the house into darkness again.
A clap of thunder makes me jump from my skin, my heart in my throat threatening to choke me. I clamp my hand over my mouth, trying to stifle the whimpers of fear, and I beg for my heart rate to quiet. With my quickening pulse, cold sweat trickles down my neck.
I cower closer, praying for daylight as the scratch echoes on the floor.
It’s almost here.
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- Viv
