from guilt he came
#WritcoStoryPrompt28
Wide, frightened eyes took in the casual gait of the man walking towards her. Cold beads of sweat broke out across her forehead. It couldn't be him, could it?
It was him! That smirk on his thin lips was too cruel to belong to someone else.
But how could it be? She had killed him years ago!...
The memories flooded back like a tsunami crashing against the fragile shore of her mind. She remembered that fateful night, the moon hanging low in the sky like a malevolent eye watching their every move. She...
Wide, frightened eyes took in the casual gait of the man walking towards her. Cold beads of sweat broke out across her forehead. It couldn't be him, could it?
It was him! That smirk on his thin lips was too cruel to belong to someone else.
But how could it be? She had killed him years ago!...
The memories flooded back like a tsunami crashing against the fragile shore of her mind. She remembered that fateful night, the moon hanging low in the sky like a malevolent eye watching their every move. She...