50 Word Stories: Evil Treacle


An all-encompassing darkness licks my feet like an oil slick of repugnant, black something-or-other. I can neither place nor verbalise this nightmare essence, yet I focus on its swirling self for good reason. Life flows through this evil treacle, and though I wish it, it's not mine.

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