Now many of you asked for a sequel to last week’s prompt… (did you read it? If not, click here!) I shall try, using this picture…
Through the doorway, all I can see are bones.
Rooted to the spot, I glance back at the old woman who is standing there, staring at me.
“Grace, oh my dear Grace. I have been waiting for so long… Where did you go?” She creaks over, slowly, each step looks like she’s going to fall at any moment.
I inch back until I am against the closed front door.
“Come, Grace. They are all so excited. You must meet them.”
Finding my voice, I squeak, “Who?”
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