Microfiction

12/5/2016
Waldog



     Darkness crept over him like a sheet of ice. Is this the end? he wondered. He shuddered as the light was extinguished, leaving him alone in the emptiness of nothing. Suddenly, a beacon of light pierced the blackness.
     “Goodnight sweetheart.”
     His mother always made sure to turn on the nightlight.



Bedtime Story by Jonathan Houston



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