By Susan Gale Wickes
Carmen was shy, unassuming. She never raised her voice above a whisper. She was a worrier, by nature.
Once, she spent hours thinking about whether she’d actually be able to scream in a life-or-death situation. The uncertainty weighed heavily on her mind.
Victor was loud, vulgar. He had no morals, no conscience, and never denied rumors that he’d buried some bodies in the woods south of town. After months of pent-up frustration, he decided it was time to add one more to his collection.
By sheer coincidence, they came across one another in the woods.
The whole town heard the scream.
A story well told. No words are wasted or put in just because. Well done!
Thanks, Emma. I appreciate the feedback.
Good job! I’m sad she was in a situation where she had to scream, but glad she found her voice when she needed it.
Thank you!
Well done, Susan.
Thanks, Marjan.
Well done.
Thanks for the feedback, Philip.
That struck a chord: I used to wonder if I could scream when the need arose. Well thought out.
Thanks, Cathy. Let’s hope we never need to find out.
wow, didn’t see that one coming! one of my recurring nightmares when I CAN’T scream.
Thanks so much for reading.
Wow! A great story.
Thanks, Brian.
I love this story so much I could SCREAM! Great story!
By all means… Thanks, Linda!