Haunted Coast XXVII

I pulled myself away from him, onto my knees. We eyed each other, frowning.

Did you hang that dream catcher?

He looked blank. Unconvinced, I rose and headed for the stairs. Light creeping into the room from a part-open shutter showed footprints in the dust. Mine? His? Or neither?

(278 characters)

This is the latest update in my attempt to write a story one tweet-sized installment (280 characters or less) at a time. You can read the first 26 installments asĀ one continuous story here.

 

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