Donna Matthews – She comes in on little fog feet.
A sound startles me from a deep sleep. Getting out of bed, I see through the window coming from a distance a dark fog. Covering the field with surreal swiftness, up the trellis, past the black roses, into my room. Stepping back, I observe the mist as if gathering up her skirt, shape-shifting into a woman. Unable to contain myself any longer, I scream. I scream a terrifying shriek in hopes of waking up from this bad dream. To no avail. Breathless and frozen, I stare. The woman in black smirks, dissolves again and makes her way up my leg.
Watercolor Painting by Donna Matthews
Today’s entry is in a category known as flash fiction. There are many other names (micro, mini, nano, etc) and a variety of different lengths (one-word stories, six-word stories, 100 words, 500 words.)
Donna Matthews started writing a couple of years ago when her children…
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