I'll Walk Alone | A 100 Word Story

#658 | Ten of Jazz | Rhythm and Soul Tarot

Today on Erica Drayton Writes, the Prompt is alone!
Write a 100 word story.
And tag me if you take up the challenge.

Her eyes opened first. The smell of wet grass and dirt permeated her nostrils, sending a shock through her nervous system. Using her hands, she pushed herself up into a seated position. She gently touches her throbbing head to reveal fresh blood. The memory of what happened isn’t there.

Looking around she sees a shovel sticking out of the ground a few feet away. On her feet she approaches, to discover a partially dug grave. Her head is pounding louder.

She sees the glint of a ring on the finger of a hand sticking out of the grave.

It twitches.

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