The water dripped
Fearful eyes peer out
from behind their blanketed shield
Their bright blue orbs
Shine past the dark embrace
Courage surges within its fleshy vessel.
Leaping from the fortress
which stands upon its wooden legs
Little feet race to the door
Hand upon the golden handle
Those same fearful eyes
wider and wider
Their frantic blues scanning for
the invisible threat
which lies behind
Though not seen
The eyes know wiser
The golden handle squeaks as turned
Growling heard behind the little shoulder
Door to safety opens like magic
And in comes maternal soundness
some love and gentle talking
safe, sound asleep
no more bedside terrors
for this little one.
But in the background
A pair of blues eyes staring back
with a glare.
Nicole Henley is a writer and storyteller. An East-coast girl whose obsessed with shows like The X-Files, Buffy and almost every crime procedural series under the sun. Writing the story is merely half the journey. When she’s not covering cold cases or mysteries, she’s watching movies or writing poetry, short stories, and flash fiction that may or may not be based on horror.