Her lifeless body was slumped through the windscreen, crimson red liquid splattered everywhere. Frantically, he called out to her and pulled her body back into the car. Rain had begun pouring in from the broken windshield.
When she fell backwards, her neck rolled to the side. Christopher could see dark red liquid oozing out of her wounds, her face unrecognizable. Her eyes were glazed over. Those empty, emotionless eyes gazing endlessly into eternity, forever looking at nothing. Her once sparkling emerald eyes, lost.
Without warning her eyes flickered, turning her body to him. Her mouth agape, blood trickling out, an ear-piercing shriek came from her mouth. She clawed at him with broken bloody dirt-filled nails.
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Picking flowers
Short StoryChristopher Reed wanted to start a new life in Leavenworth, away from people, hoping to escape the grief of losing his wife Janice in a terrible car accident. The charming cottage he bought with the most alluring garden was perched on a plain near t...