100 Word Challenge

This week's Prompt:



Them.

I see them; they touch me. Wispy tendrils smoking through the icy November air. They float towards me - towards my pale skin. They caress me, envelope me. They whisper in my ear and stroke my chestnut hair. They dart in and out of view. I may not be able to see them, but I can sense them.

Always.

I feel their presence, hovering behind my right shoulder. I know what they want. I know why they’ve come for me. I know it's only a matter of time until they get what they want; Until I can no longer hold them off. Only a matter of time until….