Voice Week Day IV! The Empty House Comes for You!
Or not. In all honesty, it probably just sits there. Go read what the others are writing as well. Shoo!
A slip, a trip on leaves and I was down. A bad fall. Panic, freezing me one moment, had me on my feet the next. No stopping!
Skirt, wet, wrapped around my legs. Too slow, no hope. But then I saw a house! I tried to shout, but a sob came. Better shot for a trespasser than hunted in the dark. I ran to the porch, hammered the door.
I would cry! Beg! Let me in! But the door fell open. One deep breath had me inside.
Nobody home, but what did that matter? I turned and barred the door.
jubilare 