Wednesday, July 11, 2012

My Name Is Fear


Penelope slowed, sensing the dogs had given up their pursuit. Any living thing had to rest eventually; therein lay her advantage. She was no longer a living thing. 

The plaque in the laboratory had proclaimed “Fear is what kills us.” If that were so, tonight when she returned there for revenge, she would be Fear.

1 comment:

  1. Love this. This is flash fiction at its best

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