Chrissy trotted to the kitchen and snagged a PopTart. She sat by the telephone, thinking about Shawn. Dumping him was easy. He was a lousy boyfriend. After he swore revenge, she knew she had done the right thing.
She never saw the door open, the gleaming eyes, or the knife.


Can we have a happy fifty word fiction?? :)
Not during Halloween ;-) I promise they’ll lighten up after the 31st.