She’d ask him to cut that limb a thousand times she was sure.

But, there it was tap, tap, tapping against the window.

Yes, she told herself, it was a gentle tapping: a gentle, rhythmic beat that, if she’d let it, could lull her to sleep.

Suddenly, the wind grew stronger, the tapping became a banging, the banging a pounding.

And then a crash.

Snatched from her slumber, she realized the tapping had stopped, she’d not been dreaming, and he stood over her.

Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. Click on the link right here to find out more and link your own post. While you’re there, click on the blue frog button to find more stories from some wonderful storytellers.

This week’s prompt was tap.