Microfiction: ‘Til We Have Faces

She whipped around, the scream still ringing in her ears. “Rachel? Rachel?”

The room fell silent. Her legs knocked against tables and chairs in the darkness. “Rachel? Rachel! Where are you? Please! Rachel!” Her stomach lurched and twisted. She abandoned all caution, all discretion, desperate to find her sister. Something soft caught her foot. She stepped back and cast the light from her phone towards the object.

Rachel’s severed face stared up from the floor, her body nowhere to be found.

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