Saturday, November 19, 2016

Short Stories Saturdays: The Man on the Stairs


By Lord Pepem

It was a tiny sound but it woke me up because it was a human sound. I held my breath and it happened again, then again; it was footsteps on the stairs. I tried to whisper,

There's someone coming up the stairs,

but my breath was cowering, I couldn't shape it. I squeezed Kevin's wrist in pulsing units, three pulses, then two pulses, then three pulses. I was trying to invent a physical language that could enter his sleep. "but after a while I realized I wasn't even squeezing his wrist, 

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