The streets emptied fast the moment the mist rolled in that late afternoon, for the local populace understood the implication of such unnatural change in weather pattern.
They were coming.
Everyone nodded their heads somberly at their neighbours and locked the doors, praying they would still see each other the following day..
A somewhat supernatural story? I’m trying out the “more horrifying when you left it unsaid” writing. The brain is dead after a long day that I can’t even find the right words to express my thoughts.
If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.
You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:
- Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
- Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
- Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
- Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
- Have fun.
Prompt: Three Line Tales, Week 171