Monday, December 12, 2016

100 Words a Day 966

I was sipping hot coffee in my usual spot and staring at the rain outside when I saw it happen for the first time. And it became more and more common as the year progressed. A small boy was running through the rain when a shadowy figure emerged from an alley and snatched him. The figure wrapped its appendages around the boy’s head. They must’ve covered the boy’s mouth because I heard no screams. He struggled against the larger figure until it slammed his head against the brick wall. He went limp and the figured pulled him into the alley.

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