Take My Hand
He stood transfixed. Staring. He had thought she was a mannequin. She was so… still. Waxy. Not living. Not breathing. No warmth. In one gesture, his world turned over. Along with his stomach.
“Take my hand” she whispered. Like dust. Like static. The sound of her voice made his ears itch.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her hand, extended so gracefully. So invitingly. So lifelessly. Every hair on his body stood up and screamed… “RUN”.
But he couldn’t take his eyes off her hand.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! MMMwwaahhhhhh!!!