She heard him moving around the room, but didn’t know what malevolence he planned until cold wet drops began to steadily drip onto her feet. She clawed the covers off herself and put her face in his. “What do you want from me?”
Pancakes Everywhere: a MicroFlash challenge
There were pancakes everywhere. The whole house was covered with them. There was no rhythm or logic to their placement, no obvious tale they were meant to tell. Yet it was clear that they were the key. The issue of the issue.