She's asleep in the chair. Only just asleep, her hands are still twitching, and her eyelids twitch like she's blinking, like someone's thrown pepper into them or threatened to slap her. Sometimes her twitching wakes her up, but not this morning, she's too tired. She hasn't heard the scream, not from the throat of poor Joan, which is surprising, or as it slipped through the wall from next door - which isn't.
It scuttles across the wall, spider-silent, closing in on her.
Her legs twitch now, repeatedly.
It's as if in her dream she's trying to run away from something.
Christopher almost 4 years ago
This is a great series, Drew. Sorry it's taking me so long to get caught up. Been busier lately than a termite in a pencil factory!