As promised I’m posting my story for today’s Drabble Challenge.
I hope you like it!
The quilt slid fast under my fingers, blood staining childhood memories with the menace I’ve been raised to fight.
“No one will look twice.” Grandma had said while she edged the quilt. “The seed will be safe until He comes back.”
Finding the bump, I bit down, gritting my teeth to weaken the fabric.
Under His assault, the door cracked.
He’ll kill me soon.
Tears streamed down my cheeks. As a desperate yelp escaped me, the fibers parted. The seed slid down my throat. Its power crackled through me.
When the door slammed open, He looked at me and paled.