Someone was chasing me. If I could reach that distant
valley, I would be safe. But, a rough pair of hands grabbed me and I screamed for
help.
“Piya, wake up. What happened?” The voice of my host was a
relief to hear as it convinced me I had been dreaming.
Later on, inside his old Spanish bungalow where I was staying, I
came across a small round window with a view that was eerily familiar.
At that moment, a pair of rough hands grabbed me. My spooky
host. I pushed him and ran hoping my dream wouldn’t come true.
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Oh my this certainly is spooky!!! 😊
ReplyDelete:D It is! :)
DeleteI could almost feel the hands grabbing me! Good stuff, Preethi!
ReplyDeleteThank you for writing for #FridayFotoFiction