She was settling to a decent rhythm on the swings when she heard the scream.
There stood a man, hooded, bloody knife in hand.
Then he turned and saw her.
This is written for #MicroMondays 10. The challenge this week is to write a microfiction using the words “settling to a decent rhythm” verbatim in just 30 words. That’s not all. Varad wants you to write a HORROR story. This is not my forte but I gave it a go anyway. Head over here to link up and read more posts from this edition of MicroMonday.