Harry picked at the splinter that had burrowed its way into the palm of his hand, leaving a deep red welt in its wake.
‘Not scared are you?’
‘Me? No!’ Aya snapped, her knuckles white as she clutched the bar and her feet dangled over the drop.
Decided to jump back in and try out something for Crimson’s Creative Challenge this week! First thoughts for some reason were portals when I saw this weird little cube.
Sleep rubbed from the eyes. The clock ticked silently, the dull green light of its digital numbers illuminating the cluttered desk.