I followed him into the darkness.
Down into the hole.
Further and further down I followed him.
I never asked where we were going.
I guess I didn’t want to know.
I was scared.
My hands were shaking.
Sweat was running down my back.
And I still followed him.
Further and further down that hole.
Further into the darkness.
I followed him until we reached the bottom of the hole.
I couldn’t see much of him.
Only a shadow.
But I heard him.
I heard as he stepped in closer.
But I didn’t hear him pull the knife until it was too late.
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Categories: flash fiction