Last night, Nightlight Podcast tweeted the awesome writing prompt: “The wind carried more than a chill to the air.” I attempted to tweet a response, which became a hot mess because I suck at Twitter. Anyhow, this was my response:
Unseen and unfelt, we passed at night through your windows, your crawlspaces, your mail slots.
Carried upon the cross-draft of keyholes and air vents and ceiling fans, we gently parted your dreams like spectral specula, taking delicate root in your neural canals, catching at the edges of your consciousness and growing there in the dark.
It’s almost time now, and you are so very ripe.