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Flash Fiction - Psycho
My heart is pounding, my breath quickens as panic sets in. I race up the stairs, he follows a few steps behind. I don’t dare look back, he won’t have the satisfaction of seeing the fear in my eyes. I lock the door and collapse in a heap. I am in my safe place. I look around and the irony is not lost on me. Safe, in the shower room.
‘Open up Mel,’ he punches the door with each word. Anger reverberates.
I punch out the number of the emergency services. He won’t get away with this. Not this time.
Hope you enjoyed this story.
Bettina x
So very well written , Bettina.
ReplyDeleteGreat story .
Best wishes,
Moon
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Thank you Moon, appreciate the feedback
DeleteI'm not sure 'enjoy' is the right word but I liked the writing very much!
ReplyDeleteAh thanks Iain, thanks for stopping by!
DeleteVery good, your short stories always leave me wanting more ! X
ReplyDeleteThank you Linda! x
DeleteThis time? That makes me sad. Good for her for finally calling for help. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you! And yes I am so pleased she is getting help.
DeleteClearly this awful situation has come to a head. Hopefully help will arrive in time. An excellent take Bettina.
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Thank you Keith
DeleteBreathless writing with a positive outcome. Nice work, Bettina.
ReplyDeleteThank you David
DeleteDear Bettina,
ReplyDeleteGood build of tension that left me breathless. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle, I really enjoy taking part in your photo prompt writing challenge.
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ReplyDeleteGood one Bettina.
Thanks Varadharajan
DeleteGood writing. Very short, but engaged me right away.
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