This week’s FSF… Thanks Lillie McFerrin….
“May I have this dance?” he asked. a grin on his face.
I nodded, looking past the stranger’s shoulder. Where was Jack?
He was skinny, this man, and his hands so bony and cold I shivered when he placed them on my waist and grabbed my palm.
“It’s time, Barbara,” the stranger said, and as I registered his empty sockets, I knew.