I decided to do another Friday Fictioneers prompt this week. So….here it is, something short from a normally long winded fiction writer. I don’t think it turned out the greatest though. It sounds more like an excerpt than a short.
I watch the door open slightly, a gentle tuff of air moving it from the other side. The light snakes down the hall and stops at my feet but I move quickly so not to be discovered. A shadow moves inside it, faltering it’s crisp invasion of the darkness. Someone is there, the weight of their presence stealing each quickened breath that escapes my parted lips.
I feel safe in the shadows until the door is flung open, sending my back slamming into the wall. No sound is emitted with the action, only the silent shout of light that has captured me.