This weeks prompt:
but then the flash made me (https://100wc.net/week42/)
We watch each other in the blue glow of predawn, limbs entwined. We speak with our eyes: “has the devil spoken” I replay back with no. It was dark i stand and look out river a white picket fence i see a devil. Flash was struck it happened again and once more but then the flash made me paranoid. I yelled at hunter devil, devil screaming and crying. He cradled me in his arms repeating its ok its ok its ok. He was stressed and he said his final words I love you Rosie Paige
I like writing scary, sad and creepy stories. I think that this story reflected all 3 of those genres. I had no inspiration in just wrote and then led it on.