Microfiction featuring: Illness, Mild Horror, First Person POV. Suitable for all ages.

Thick fingers grip my throat.

Cold settles around me,

The dark keeps me company.

Though I was sure I shut the door before I slept,

Dark shadows lean in,

I stumble to my feet, shut the door,

Keep those shadows out,

But when I turn the door is open again.

Did I imagine closing the door?

I go back and listen.

Sounds like a hacking cough,

Just like my own.

But there’s no one else here,

except sickness.

Published by J.H. Dixon

J.H Dixon wears many hats: She is a short story writer & essayist, artist, pop culture nerd & conservationist. She loves the smell of books, wacky science fiction, and the occasional true-crime documentary.

2 thoughts on “Sickness”

  1. Heh, I currently happen to have a bad cough and a sore throat, so your descriptions are a little too relative for comfort at this moment. 🙂 Interesting how many sicknesses came to my mind that would fit that description, though — physical and mental. Nice double-entendre.

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