Silver

2/4/2015

Mom stands. “Clear the glasses.”
I rise, knocking my spoon to the floor. “Sorry.”
I kneel, reach, find something under the shadowy drapes.
I draw it out.
It is not a spoon.
“Mom, what –“
Her hand has me before I finish.

15 Comments

Susan Shuman link

2/4/2015 06:48:36 am

Love it and want more! Good writing.

Laura

2/4/2015 12:01:00 pm

Thank you!

KymmInBarcelona link

2/4/2015 07:05:39 am

*shivers* Shades of Carrie... yikes

Laura

2/4/2015 12:01:34 pm

Thanks! Carrie is a favorite of mine.

Tina link

2/4/2015 08:53:53 am

What a way to grab your audience by the throat!

Laura

2/4/2015 12:02:02 pm

Thanks Tina!

Ruby Manchanda link

2/4/2015 09:49:25 am

A gripping tale indeed

Laura

2/4/2015 12:02:46 pm

Thank you very much!

Kalpana Solsi

2/4/2015 07:10:56 pm

something sinister under the drapes . shudder.

Laura

2/4/2015 10:42:44 pm

I had a lot of fun writing this - it is such a pleasure to put menace into the mundane. For me, scary + drapes = a good day's work.

jen link

2/4/2015 10:41:26 pm

Ooh! What is it?!

emily link

2/5/2015 09:11:18 am

Damn. Wonderfully ominous.

Laura

2/5/2015 10:31:55 am

Thank you! :-)

Stacie link

2/5/2015 09:56:56 am

Ooh, so suspenseful. I really want to know what it was that she pulled out!

Laura

2/5/2015 10:32:28 am

I like to leave the reader wondering what I didn't say...

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