Your four-year-old has night terrors. They shake her, drench her in sweat.
Two nights ago, a shriek dragged you from the nightly argument with your wife. "The knife, daddy, no, no." You soothed her. Her eyes soon shut.
Last night, she cried, "Daddy, the hammer, not the hammer." Despite reassurances, fear lingered in her gaze.
Tonight, she simply screamed. A glance at your hands set her sobbing. Your wife rushed in, brusque, irritated. "What did you do? Shhh, sweetie, you're okay."
Rage curled your fingers into claws. "I didn't do anything," you say. And you haven't.
At least not yet.
Pavor Nocturnus by I Saw Lightning Fall
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Friday, April 13, 2012
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3 comments:
I generally leave argumentative comments, because those are the most fun type.
But I'm really enjoying these stories. Keep 'em coming!
Speaking of your stories, did you ever send me that magazine?
No guilt if you didn't, but it just seems it should have arrived by now.
Glad you liked it!
Yup, I sent you the mag. Odd that you haven't received it yet. Lemee check the order status.
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