Madison’s prompt for this week’s flash fiction gave me the chills. Everyone has a dark side. Today I let mine come out to play.
I’m under here. Can you hear my cries?
“Meet me at daybreak,” he said.
Tall. Dark. Handsome. I ran away to be with him. To live happier ever after.
In the dim light of early dawn he held me, not wrapped in his loving arms but under the water instead.
Doomed for eternity to watch the sun rays weave through the trees and spread across the forest floor like warm butter.
I hate butter.
I hate sunrise.