(19) Rock-a-Bye

(A horror story in 50 words.)

“You’re safe, Charlie,” Mother said, holding him tight in the darkness as howls sounded outside. His heart thumped against her chest.

“But it hurts,” he whispered. She smelled something on his breath. Something like meat.

Charlie’s eyes burned red in the darkness.

And his sharp teeth ripped into her throat.

(Hi, everyone. I committed to doing The Writing Cooperative’s 52-Week Writing Challenge, and my choice is a 50-word horror story every week. This is going to be … challenging, even if I give myself a little leeway on the exact word count. Please click the heart if you enjoyed it. And if you liked this, I’ve written longer stuff too.)