By David Jordan
The little girl fled her pursuer down the quiet suburban street in the middle of the night.
“Come back,” the man said.
“Leave me alone,” she panted.
Her vision blurry with tears, she tripped on the sidewalk under a lamppost and turned over to her elbows.
The man caught up and stood just out of the lamplight’s glow.
“Stay away from me!”
“Calm down,” the man said.
“Stay away,” she said.
He’d grown used to her frenzied peak, which no pill could quiet altogether.
He stepped into the light, and she recognized his face.
He said, “Honey, it’s me, your dad.”
Good twist ending. I guessed it might be someone she knew–but not her dad! Good job.
Thank you!
Good story, very fast paced and intriguing.
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Oh, wow. Well done
Thank you Laura!
Great writing that really unnerved me.
Thank you!