Friday, October 21, 2016

Flash Fiction Friday: Ivy Alive

Ivy Alive

Jennifer E. Miller

The low clouds sizzled as the storm hovered over a telephone post where an ivy vine wrapped around. The lightening zapped its energy into the wooden pole, passing it to the plant. Like Frankenstein, the vine was given life. It shook, twisted, and stretched across until it came to the house. Slithering up the side to the window, it clung to the glass. What it wanted was inside. Its leaf as a blade, it cut a hole in the glass and squeezed inside, down the wall, across the floor, and onto the bed. The ivy wrapped around the sleeper’s neck.

Copyrighted 2016 by Jennifer E. Miller

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