Written for OLWG#57
Annabel’s eyes snapped open and she gasped
Something? It was faint but might be growing.
A whiff of smoke
Buttery coloured light, lithe on the walls.
get the dog-
grab a toothbrush-
snatch that photo of Mom by the door.
This weeks prompts:
- cooler this weekend
- I can’t find it anywhere
- the silence woke her