Golden Petals
I have been driving ever since. Every night a new hotel after several hours on the road. I do not sleep, yet every morning when I open my hotel door I find a golden rose painted upon it. I cannot run any longer. Whatever is stalking me from that awful night I cannot shake. Instead today I have booked myself in a nice AirBnB on the outskirts of a small town. In the morning I expect a golden rose to be on the door, and I also suspect that I will be dead.
Spotlighting
The silence in the night offered no answers and he stopped moving altogether and stared wide eyed out into the darkness. Trying to listen for any sounds. As the silence around him settled in he thought he was just hallucinating. There was no way that was a real thing. He leaned back in the tree stand and looked down at the flashlight. He could only feel it in his hands, but even with the trigger pressed the damn thing would not shine.
I Wished for a Bottle of Wine
The path seemed to open up for me with every step
and as I moved forward I could tell that it was
in fact another room in front of me. I was
starting to be able to make out
a wall of the grey brick.
And Candles burning.
Lots of candles
aligning
the floors.
I was stu
ck