She had cold fingers

tracing their way

along my sides – like a flash of

false pain.

There was an

unanswered knock

at the door

and an

unanswered knock

in my chest.

The shadows

raced through the room

as I waited.


Written for this week’s 

BeKindRewrite prompts:

Unanswered Knock

&

Cold Fingers

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