Edgar Allan Poe

I feel him behind me before I hear him. He seems bigger than I remember, like a wall that has been built up right where I stand. I can’t breathe. The air is heavy, dank. With every inhale, it’s as if mold sits on my tongue.

There’s something very “Cask of Amontillado” about this place. I want nothing more than to get out.

And he lets me, but not without intimidation.

Grabbing my neck with an almost seductive force, he asks, “What are you looking for?”

“I thought I heard something.”

“No, you didn’t.”

I almost believe him, but the knocking starts again as I climb the stairs.

© 2018 Nortina Simmons

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A to Z Challenge theme: A Drabble for a Tag

This year, I’m giving you 26 drabbles (~100-word stories) using some of my favorite unused or underused tags.

Today’s tag is “Edgar Allan Poe,” a writer whose influence bleeds through my own work.

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