Microfiction By Jambo Stewart
*TRIGGER WARNING: Reader discretion advised*
I balanced on the rickety chair, towering above the stinky chocolate Labrador.
He’d reappeared this morning with the rope I’d used to tie the bag though I cannot fathom how. It was a long drop, a tight knot. My door was locked. His coat was soaked in canal water. His eyes stared into my soul, manipulating my thoughts. making me slip my head through the algae covered noose and tighten.
He barked.
I kicked the chair away.
The rope pulled taut, squeezing my windpipe, blocking my scream. then snapped.
I hit the floor, coughing and spluttering as his tail wagged.
Jambo Stewart
Disturbed Literature 
November 6, 2017 at 1:03 pm
Very effective. I had to read it a few times, but I’m slow sometimes. The dog’s ghost came back. Chilling.
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November 18, 2017 at 6:36 pm
Glad you liked it =) It was actually an entry for The Writer’s Games this year.
Thanks for stopping by Luccia.
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