Skin DeepSkin Deep19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Emma didn't look out the window. Instead, she ran her fingers through her white-blonde hair, and walked in neat little circles on the carpet. She could already feel her nails grow sharper, and her ears took in the house’s every creak and snap. But the loudest noise was the sniffling in the corner.
“Please,” a voice croaked.
She looked out of the corner of her eye. The young man sat against the wall, head lolling to the side and legs splayed out. His thin wrists were chained to the fireplace, and his blue eyes were the only thing that stood out from his hollow face.