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The postcard was handwritten in smooth black ink. “I’m not finished,” it read. My hand shook so hard, I dropped it back into the sink. On the reverse, there was no stamp. The sender and return address were the same. My house. Through the open bathroom door, I saw a shadow pass the bedroom light that I hadn’t turned on.
 
6 Comments
Laura
10/4/2019 02:27:32 pm
Thank you!
asha
10/3/2019 11:56:35 pm
I really love the creepiness here. You do a very nice job of playing on the reader's fears of the unknown and unknowable.
Laura
10/4/2019 02:30:00 pm
Thanks Asha! It was a really challenging prompt and I wanted to do it justice.
Laura
10/22/2019 02:50:57 pm
Muahahahah! Leave a Reply.Archives
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