“You’re next.”
Something catches in your throat, a lump that refuses to go down. The words flash across your screen again and your hands grip the coarse upholstery. You see the flickering of the streetlamp outside, lying across the pavement, bulb hemorrhaging and making the most god-awful buzzing. The minivan is wrapped around the bottom of the pole but the blood still splatters against the pavement outside. You think you hear the robotic cackling from here. The words on the screen flash again and you hear something scuttling from beneath the couch. From the place you dropped your phone.
“You’re next.”
Lynn Messing
8/10/2021 12:20:04 pm
This story reminds me of Fredric Brown’s short story “The Answer.” https://www.roma1.infn.it/~anzel/answer.html
Bill Cox
9/10/2021 07:41:42 pm
Nicely Done.
Sue Clayton
10/10/2021 02:32:22 am
An FFF full of fear. Comments are closed.
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