Broken

         Time itself began to slow, its second hand matching my faltering heartbeat. I lay broken on the sodden grass, frozen in fear, in disgust, in shame – afraid to move in case they returned. The ground beneath me felt cold and a chill took root in my bones.  I closed my eyes and rolled onto my side, my back shielding me from the nightmares as they retreated back into the shadows; their muffled voices carried on the wind in whispers. I died tonight and my world turned to ash by monsters disguised as men.





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An entry in the Newbies Only 100 Word Story Contest - 93 words.