Flash Fiction: Lamb

The lamp shines in the park, like the sun on a summer’s day. 

The artificial rays, gold and bright, keep the shadows away. 

A child skips, humming a tune, home waiting ahead. 

The glow flickers, whispering all the nightmares she’s read.

Doe eyed, her vision strains into the dark.

As a snap echoes throughout the icy park. 

“Who’s there?” Her shaky words meet with silence.

A shadow looms, threatening blood and violence.

The lamb spirits towards the light, monster in toe.

She turns around, all that’s left, footsteps in the snow.