She shivers by the window. Breath settling to a decent rhythm.
“Drink.” His clammy hand on her shoulder.
Steam rising, she brings the mug to her lips, prays it’s poison.
word count: 30
—Nortina
Written for #MicroMondays. Click here for challenge details, and here to read more “rhythmic” horrors at 30 words.
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