In The Dark

Written in response to the story starter from

It was early in the morning, just after the crack of dawn, when I heard the insistent knocking at my door and I immediately knew it was Richard. Him, me, I still wasn’t sure how it would work.

I sat in the dark, curtains closed, used to the darkness now.

Being on familiar ground, he would be at a disadvantage, unable to go round my lodge without being able to move. I scattered furniture around, sat at the back of the kitchen, behind the knife drawer

‘Sarah,’ he says, his voice low. ‘This is hopeless, you need to understand I have the upper hand. You cannot hide forever. What the bloody!’ he says, as he collides with some marbles I have place at the front door.

A bit like home alone, I am outnumbered, outgunned, and bringing a knife to a gun fight.

‘Why did you do lie?’ I ask, or rather demand. ‘He wasn’t a threat, Scott, or Graham. They knew nothing of your treachery.’

‘They could have, besides, it is your fault Graham is dead. I warned you to stay out of it, you wouldn’t listen. That car crash was meant to take you, not your husband. Although, I must say, I had fun watching you fumble in the dark. How is it? To be blind, without your sight to guide you around.’

‘You tell me.’

Another shout, as he smashes into the chairs, scattered around my lodge. I know he will find me eventually, but it will give me time to think. The knife in my hand is ready to fight.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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