The Shadow of a Girl

55 Fiction

The scratching of nails on his feet woke him up from deep sleep.

He saw the shadow of a young girl at his feet.

“Who are you?” He managed to ask, with beads of sweat running down his face.

“Your unborn sister!” She whispered, before walking away.

And the door closed with a bang.

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