Tales from the Gritz: Volume One – “Blam”
The party was scheduled for later and the tables had already been arranged and set. They were expected the cake to arrive in about an hour and guest in about two. What wasn’t expected was what happened next…
Blam Blam Blam Blam. “Oh my God,” Tynisha said as she froze stiff. Something in her automated a motion to close the door. No sooner than it was closed and locked the knob rattled from an attempt at its opening. The air in her lungs froze still and her eyes flared open wide. She stumbled back as far as her daughter Naila’s tiny bedroom would allow and she heard blam as whoever kicked at the door. Petrified into an anxiety attack her mouth opened wide and her hands shook frantically. She grabbed in at a color pencil on Naila’s nightstand and Blam. As the door flung open she screamed, held up her color pencil, and lunged forward in a violent panic. BLam.
She dropped to the floor and dropped Naila’s colored pencil.