115 words: Safely Alone

The candles had all melted down to small nubs, still burning but barely. Martha paced through the kitchen in the dim light. She didn’t dare turn the electricity back on for fear it would release them from the sockets and light fixtures. The newspapers piled in her living room were yellowed with age. If they came for her now they might never find her in the clutter.
“You need to clean this place up.” Her son had scolded her.
But that was years ago, and he had stopped visiting and scolding at all. She liked it better that way, though. They could have gotten to him by now anyways. He could be one of them.


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