50 Word Stories: Exhale

It wasn’t her sallow skin, nor hollow, unblinking eyes, nor even how she glided across the grass as though on ice. There was something, though? I remained hidden behind the tombstone, until she slid across my path, turned and exhaled. Then I knew. Oh, then I knew her dead.

Advertisements

4 thoughts on “50 Word Stories: Exhale

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s