I’m a little late to the party this week. Life got in the way, but that happens. Want to join in? Then go to long and short reviews and do just that! http://www.longandshortreviews.com/miscellaneous-musings/friday-five-writing-prompt-challenge-for-april-16-2021/
This weeks’ words are: long, tin, party, witch, earthquake. Here we go!
Willie hated the dark. Always had. Bad things happened in the dark. Maybe it stemmed from his childhood trauma with the earthquake. The house shifted and moved in the middle of the night. When he woke, he realized he teetered on his bed, which would’ve ended up in the basement–had he moved the wrong way. Ever since, he hated long, dark nights and the uncertainty of being in the dark.
At least there weren’t any earthquakes expected tonight. But damn. This search party of one wasn’t his best idea. He should’ve asked for help, but Molly needed him–earthquake, dark night, or not.
It wasn’t exactly warm, either. Colder than a witch’s elbow, his grandmother would say. But his grandmother hadn’t met Molly.
Where was she?
He spotted something shiny, then kicked at the object. The tin. Holy hell. He’d found her.
“Molly?” He opened the tin and held his breath. If she wanted to see him, then she’d show. If not, he’d be screwed.
A figure appeared in the distance. He exhaled and dropped the dying flashlight.