Friday, October 18, 2013
Flash Stories, Part 8
That was an awful nightmare, who was that little boy? I swear I've seen him before, long long ago. He was there, when I fell from heaven, laughing at me. I know it was him, I know it! Why.. why is it that no one else seem to notice him? He was so different from all the rest, dressed in all black in a world of white. That evil laugh behind those innocent eyes. He's here with me now, where is he, where is this menace? There, behind the demon I love, cutting him open with that disturbing smile. Why can't anyone see him but me?