It’s Friday! Time for some flash fiction inspired by the word prompt Shadows from The Fiction Cafe – Writer’s Group.
They are waiting. I tried to explain to my wife how they lurk and hide when she is there, retreat into the corners of the room out of sight. In her absence, they descend. The darkness deepens, the shadows grow as their fingers reach out to touch me, eager to grab and catapult me back into my nightmare. Their warm, putrid breath is warm on my neck. I freeze. Terror squeezes my heart, clamping it tight. Sweat pours from my brow, cool on my shivering body and I scream until she returns to clutch my hand.