Too Slow

His face was etched with malice. She cringed. Why was he always so angry? He approached slowly, intently. She backed away with equal intent. Too slow. He lunged.
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This post was written in reponse to a prompt by Write On Edge.

Compose a post in the form of a text – 160 characters.

Your text must elicit or express fear.

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Mom to 4 boys and drowning in a sea of testosterone!
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