Ficlets

You grope in the darkness for the hand of your other, for that comfort in the black. Footfalls of slimy disdain creep into your thoughts. Drip, drop. Drip, drop. Water splashes in the distance. Drip.. Silence. It rings in your ears, your body tenses as you strain, as you listen. And then you know, the silent realization of what is creeping just beyond the reach of your fingers hits you. So familiar, but unexpected each time because you hope one day it’ll finally end.

It’s been a long time since he’s come to you in the night, the cold and lonely night when even your companion cannot resist the weight of her heavy eyelids…