Clandestine - Five Sentence Fiction

A tiny story based on this prompt from Lillie McFerrin Writes.

The room was dark. Cold tile pressing into her bare feet, she followed the path she'd memorized long ago. Sweaty palms opened the single door that didn't creak, careful not to leave fingerprints on the aluminum handle. Pupils dilated, ears twitched at the crackle of the foil and then the simple, sweet snap between her teeth. 

The tastiest cookies are the ones you steal.

Poison - Five Sentence Fiction

Tiny little story, triggered by this prompt at Lillie McFerrin Writes.

The thin gold chain felt heavy on her neck, and she had already unscrewed the hollow pendant which held one dull brown tablet. Footsteps thundered up the stairs. The pill passed her lips, tasting of rubber as she placed it gingerly between her molars, hoping - she might not need it, they might not find her.

A boot thrust into the door of her bedroom, slamming it open.

She crushed the pill between her teeth.