Shamra waits for me in the darkness, her green eyes yellowed from the evil within. I saunter, hands in pockets, trying to look calm and unaffected by her presence.
She is the sky, floating above me and her aura drips fear into the very depths of my bowels.
“Where have you been?” She demands.
I try to speak, but words cannot struggle through the thorns of my inner void.
“Did you bring the others?” She asks in such an accusatory way that I know she already has it in mind to discard me.
My failing will be my doom.
99 words. Written for the 100 Words of Horror Contest.
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