I enter your room as a chilled breeze while you slumber deep. My translucent hand glides along the wood as I hover near your footrail.
Memento mori is what they say. Life’s short so do what you must. Live in the moment, and in this do trust— if you were
A fifty-word micro fiction horror story.
A 50-Word Micro Fiction piece by the Queen Of Horror, Julie Kusma. Artwork by Keri Michael Dearmond.
My “flight” was late, and it never was. Punctual were the returns to Heaven after deeds were done. But her skin glowed under the moonlight,