"She puts on the safety chain and opens the door a few inches. The broad shoulders turn. It is a familiar face after all. It is the face of trouble.
Seconds pass as her soapy hands fiddle with the safety chain. She should shut the door now. She should make an urgent phone call. Or she can talk across the chain, ask him what he wants. The safety chain clatters gently against the door as Sujata turns back to go into the kitchen.
The door hangs open."
Seconds pass as her soapy hands fiddle with the safety chain. She should shut the door now. She should make an urgent phone call. Or she can talk across the chain, ask him what he wants. The safety chain clatters gently against the door as Sujata turns back to go into the kitchen.
The door hangs open."
[Extracted from a short story that has been published here.]
Loved it! I liked the brief flirtation with normality, and specially liked the way you've done the ending. Hope to read more of your work!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely chilling!
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