Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Lydia Prime @LydiaPrime @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction #WiHMx #WiHM10

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Burr
by Lydia Prime

My best friend tells me secrets, Mommy says she hears them too. I don’t believe her though, if she could hear what Burr says, I don’t think she’d be smiling. At first Burr told me not to be afraid of the dark and of the noises under my bed. I’d look forward to our tea parties and snuggles at night, but now it’s different.
Burr says Mommy doesn’t love me anymore, whispers that if I was a good girl she wouldn’t need the new baby…
Last night I tried to tell Mommy that I don’t like Burr anymore, she told me not to be silly and tucked us both in. She didn’t kiss me or Burr goodnight – just held her tummy and smiled before she turned out the lights. Burr never lied to me before, maybe he’s right.
This morning he promised he knew how to make Mommy love me again. I feel nervous but he swears it will be all better after.
I walk into the kitchen, leaving Burr in the next room just in case I need help. Mommy didn’t hear me come in so I tug on her shirt; as she spins around I stare at her giant belly.
“Baby?” I point to where her belly button should be.
“Yes honey!” Mommy answers, beaming. She pats her belly and reaches for my hand to do the same.
“No!” I shout, piercing her and baby with the scissors I hid behind my back. Mommy’s eyes go
Wide, her hands frantic. I push her and she falls forward, forcing the scissors deeper.
She stops moving after a minute or two. The red puddle keeps growing. I turn to go get Burr but he’s already in the doorway. I know I didn’t leave you there…
The room is cold, the puddle is getting on my shoes and I don’t want to go near Burr. I wish Mommy would get up.
Fiction © Copyright Lydia Prime
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More about Lydia Prime:

Lydia grew up in a small, ‘Mayberry,’ sort of town, in New Jersey. She thoroughly enjoys gummy bears and laughing through the darkest depths of life. More often than not, she writes about demons and monsters, however, being a recovering addict tends to turn inner demons into fearsome foes to be fought beyond the constraints of the mind. ‘Sometimes,’ she states, ‘what’s inside, is scarier than anything reality throws at you.’

Please visit Lydia on Facebook for more info. 

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About Nina D'Arcangela

Nina D’Arcangela is a quirky horror writer who likes to spin soul rending snippets of despair. She reads anything from splatter matter to dark matter. She's an UrbEx adventurer who suffers from unquenchable wanderlust. She loves to photograph abandoned places, bits of decay and old graveyards. Nina is co-owner of Sirens Call Publications, co-founder of the horror writer's group 'Pen of the Damned', and if that isn't enough, put a check mark in the box next to owner and resident nut-job of Dark Angel Photography.
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6 Responses to Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Lydia Prime @LydiaPrime @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction #WiHMx #WiHM10

  1. afstewart says:

    A terrific and darkly menacing story.

  2. Wow! Sad and scary… and somehow sweet all wrapped up together. I enjoyed it!

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  4. Marge Simon says:

    The moral is don’t get pregnant if your child owns a strange teddy bear? Good one, Lydia!

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