His hooves clashed against metal, his last attempt at freedom, for now. Finally, settling; dejected. Glimmers of silver shone through the darkness. What was that? Faint whispers came from the outskirts of the chamber. His ears pricked, ready for danger. I know it draws near… Why can’t it stop?
YOU ARE READING
Waiting
Teen FictionA mini saga of 50 words (including the title) that I wrote years ago & edited again. Don't think I will continue it but I might if I get any interest or if I happen to be in the mood!
