2 sentence horror story- Stolen
This short story was something fun I decided to try while watching the series on Netflix. This story originally was written directly on my IG page that is why the length is limited but it was also an exercise in trying to tell a complete story in a limited amount of words. I added just a few more words since I have the space on the blog. Don't be surprised if you see more of these pop up from time to time on this blog.
This was my ode to daylight savings time which the spring forward one always messes me up for about a week. The first day is the worst. I hope you enjoy the story.
While I was sleeping someone stole an hour from me.
STOLEN:
Quella stretched one last time before climbing into bed. She heard the rhythmic purring of her calico cat, Bits, near her feet as she kneaded.
Quella decided to read a book before falling asleep instead of watching the nightly news. The hunk on her calendar wall smirked down on her as she closed her eyes.
The next morning, she woke up bright and early going about her usual routine. Taking a shower, getting dressed, and feeding Bits before sitting down to eat breakfast.
Quella could not shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Living alone was a huge step. She was in a respectable gentrified neighborhood. Crime was low.
However, she still felt...off.
The feeling of fear grew slowly. A dread with icy cold fingers creeped down her spine.
She checked all the doors and windows.They were dutifully locked and secure. Nothing broken, nothing out of place. Why was she so sure something was missing?
Quella shook her head, picked up her cellphone, and called her mother like she did every Sunday. Her mother only lived 2 cities over. You would have thought she left the country. Quella called at 8:30 am every Sunday, as promised, by video.
Her mother sat in her kitchen.The old analog wall clock over her mom's shoulder above the microwave mocked her.
They were in the same time zone. Why was her clock an hour ahead? Quella panicked and looked around at the clocks in her apartment.
"Q sweetie, an hour late calling me? I tried not to panic and did chores." her mother soothed sympathetically.
Quella walked over to the hunky male wall calendar.
This month's model smirked instead of smiled. His muscled arms and chest were oiled down, tatted and chiseled to perfection. His rock hard abs would have been used to do laundry on in days of old. His jeans hung so low that she unconsciously reached up to touch his almost revealed private area. He looked like the type you don't take home to meet the parents. His dark sexy eyes, not to be trusted.
AHA!
There it was in tiny black print.
DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME BEGINS.
She looked up at the picture as he smirked down at her knowing what he had done all along. Quella realized the thief had been in her apartment the whole time. She flipped through the calendar and saw the kind eyes and smile of the handsome hunk who would return her stolen hour later in the year.
While I was sleeping someone stole an hour from me.
The ransom note on the calendar said I could get it back in the fall.
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