Cold Horror
by Angela
She
peered, and stared
Gasped in
horror
Standing
transfixed
By the
open door
Bright
lights upon her
Illuminated
object
-- or creature
Once,
contained
Behind
heavy door
Safely,
she'd thought
In
Tupperware plastic,
A
protective field
‘round
putrefied remains
Locked up
securely,
Sealing
and hiding
Its foul,
odour
No, oh,
no,
She gasped
again
As it
shuddered
And
wriggled away
A tremble,
a shake
A gelatinous
force,
Oozing and
creeping
Across
kitchen floor.
Angela is a writer who takes on too
many things, does too much, and spends far too much time on housework. She is a
regular at Brian’s workshops, and you can find her creeping around dark corners
of the internet, including over at https:
See Brian Henry’s schedule here, including writing workshops and creative writing courses
in Algonquin Park, Bolton, Barrie, Brampton, Burlington,
Caledon, Georgetown, Guelph, Hamilton, Ingersoll, Kingston, Kitchener, London,
Midland, Mississauga, Oakville, Ottawa, Peterborough, St. Catharines, St. John,
NB, Sudbury, Thessalon, Toronto, Windsor, Woodstock, Halton,
Kitchener-Waterloo, Muskoka, Peel, Simcoe, York Region, the GTA, Ontario and
beyond.
Well played Angela ~!
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