In A Hundred Words

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a short story.  This one started going one direction, but then I got bored and took the story in a whole different direction.  I like where I ended up with this one.

The old woman turned and smiled. It was less of a smile and more of a sharp crack in her plaster face. Her head tilted at an impossible angle, her paper skin wrinkling and crinkling as her bones moved within the shell of her body.

She lurched forward, one bone-thin leg creaking under her weight, her reaching fingers tearing open as they grasped for my neck. I stumbled backward, struggling to maintain balance as this paper woman with the plaster face moved with speed I was unprepared for.

I tripped, my heart stopping as paper fingers wrapped around my neck.


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