by Kellie Jo
I sit down to write something provocative by using only six sentences, but, alas, the blank page I've become screams nothing. Yet, I know some thing lurks, waiting to destroy, in the dark Technicolor flashes – possessed by a muffled voice and a faceless torso with large hands placed over my tiny mouth. Be quiet and listen. Ollie Ollie oxen free! No, it isn't safe yet. Simon says that it isn’t time.
6S - C1
Kellie Jo has been writing for a long time but has just started taking it seriously. She recently received an honorable mention in a flash fiction contest.