Gray Blind 1


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

Rachael slipped into the bathroom, eyes on the hallway beyond. She rested her back on the shelves and tensed her thick soled shoes against the door. Stupid place to hole up, she figured. The door didn't even close properly, let alone lock; there was a knob, but it was only a thing to pull or push on. If it helped her emotionally, then it was worth it, but if they followed her here, it would surely be useless.

The ceiling fan hung spinning on the low wooden ceiling. The pull cords jingled softly with the blades' motion. If Tam was tall enough it might catch him on the head, but then he'd be forewarned by all the other similar fans. Rache let out a shaky sigh. Today had started out well. Why this panic attack now? How did Tam find her? What telltales had she missed?

The sunlight was hazing through the trees outside, creating stripes of vivid yellow that alternated with the faded green of the sink paneling. As Rachael got to her feet, the sun seemed to strobe in on her eyes, but soon that light would be gone.


No prequels yet. Why not write one?

« Write a prequel

Comments (1 so far!)

ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

It feels like a zombie attack is coming..

  • #1400 Posted 5 years ago
  • 0

Author's prompt text:

inspired by personal thoughts and Stephen King's "Cell"


This story's tags are

  • Published 6 years ago.
  • Story viewed 3 times and rated 0 times.

All stories on Ficlatté are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 License. What does this mean?