Another challenge. This time from VICARIOUS.
My heart pummels at my chest as I look out. The black and white of dusk and snow. Tree fingers scrape on the window, panicking me away from the sill. But not knowing forces me to return. And look. And wait. Every sound is a footstep in the snow. Every shift in shadow amongst the trees is him. The fear grips me, ice in my heart. Frozen inside like the land without. My eyes dart and search. Seeing shapes that are not there. Braches form a hand, snow banks and bushes become crouched forms, every tree hides his form anew. All watching me. All ready to come for me. Just waiting to see that movement that will toll my time. My breath catches at every new gust of wind. I stare out till I hear the click of the lock behind me and freeze
