Palms-flat pressing on the tabletop, beads of sweat dotting her forehead, teeth clenching, she glanced up at the full-moon. The incessant knocking was driving her to the brink of insanity. “Please open the door,” her sister pleaded, “whatever it is, we can talk about it.”
“We can’t talk about this,” she muttered, watching her nails turn into claws. “We can never talk about this.”
As the moon rose higher, the agonizing pain in her increased to the point of explosion but she didn’t dare to scream. All she could do was curl into a ball and wait for the inevitable.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.