Month: December 2019

Feast of Senses

Sound. Click-clack. Click-clack. Pause. A reprieve of sorts. Breathing out, silently. Cannot show fear. Click-clack. Click-clack. Scarlet stilettos systematically stabbing stained cellar surface. No escape from the tinge of blood. Fleeting silence again. It’s the silence I fear the most. Because it ends, invariably, in another click-clack, closer and louder. And here it comes. Click-clack. …