The screen flashed in font of me when the moon shone through the bedroom window. The young girl heard a sound and dove under the bed.
"No," I whispered. "No, he'll find you. Leave the house!"
A creak and then footsteps. The woman's breathing was too loud. Sheets lifting....
A scream. Mine or hers?
Mick looked at me and snickered under his breath.
Inspired by Three Word Wednesday: http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2011/06/3ww-ccxlv.html