Flash Fic Friday - What Granny Fears Most

 

Flash Fic - a short, short story of exactly 100 words...posted on random Fridays!

This week – What Granny Fears Most

The old woman's eyes were sunken and her skin was ashen. She sat in the rocking chair, staring out the window. The wind howled outside, and the trees swayed back and forth. The old woman's lips moved, but no sound came out. She was whispering to herself, but no one could hear her. The only sound was the wind and the creaking of the rocking chair.

Suddenly, the old woman's eyes widened and she gasped. She pointed to the window. There, in the darkness, was a pair of glowing red eyes. But they were her eyes, reflected in the glass.