Lillie McFerrin's Five Sentence Fiction. This week's word: Shiver
The clouds rolled in long before I opened my eyes, casting shadows that only touched the tips of my dreams. A rumble, building like the cascading beats of a tympani drum, reverberates in the distance. I awake, not startled, but comforted by the first fat drops kissing my cheeks. The air is thick with static and the icy hands run their icy fingers down my spine. It's most certainly too late to run.
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