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Tiny Story: The Accident(?)

By the time it was dusk, he was tired of hiding in the old warehouse. He had looked for shapes in the peeling paint of the walls all day. Now that the hall was darkening, he was a little spooked, not that he would ever admit it.

Suddenly he found a shape resembling a face of a man clutching something. Was it a knife?

He looked away trying to curb the guilt and dread rising in his chest, only to find one that resembled a woman dead on the floor.

Suddenly, the peeling paint that was her hand moved slightly.

He clutched his heart and died…

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I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader, small-town woman and working mother with a fish-eye perspective. I have just published my first book, The Forest Bed and other short stories. If you like my stories on this blog, feel free to Like, Comment, Reblog and Share. You can reach me at shailygrwl@gmail.com or through my Facebook page facebook.com/shailyagrawalwrites/

2 thoughts on “Tiny Story: The Accident(?)

  1. I love looking for those bizarre images scattered around the walls, but I’ve not seen a murder yet, that might change things… Great story!

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    1. Thanks Petra! šŸ™‚ Earlier I thought I was crazy to find images in walls, bathroom tiles, chipped flooring, clouds and geometric designs. But I read an article that told me it’s a common habit. I was relieved. šŸ˜

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