Page 38 of Smoky Darling


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Go to sleep, Lou.

My eyes stay open, staring at the ceiling of the tent.

Sleep. You want to sleep.

Still open. Still staring.

Oh come on, Lou. It’s not like anything is going to come get you.

I almost laugh at myself.

Of course nothing is going to get me. This isn’t a horror movie. Or any sort of movie. It’s just me, alone, but surrounded by dozens of people.

Sleep, Lou.

I’m finally forcing my eyes closed, when a soft sound has them popping back open.

What was that?

The sound comes again and this time it’s unmistakable. It’s a zipper.

My zipper!

Someone is opening my tent!

I spring up and scramble to reach for the lantern.

“Rebecca?” I whisper, as my fingers brush against the base of the light. “Is that you?”

She doesn’t respond.

My fingers tremble, and I tell myself it’s from the cold and not fear.

Finally, I find the right button, and I depress it.

Light illuminates the space.

I blink against the sudden change and find bright blue male eyes staring back at me.

Not Rebecca.

I pull in a breath to scream.

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