Dust | A 100 Word Story

#263 The Twilight Zone S2 E12 1/6/1961

He told me it would work. I just had to place it across my threshold. He can never cross it. 

Death had come for me that morning and gave me one day to get my affairs in order. I spent it figuring a way out of my untimely end. A Witcher’s Shop was my last hope. A jar of dust, my salvation.

I hurried home before the sun set and sprinkled the jar of dust across the threshold of my front door. All of it. For good measure. 

Then waited.

Little did I know Death would come through my window.