The room darkened
I picked up the gun from the table and threw it onto the
floor. Quite away, as far as I could throw from the obtruder. This was it, do
or die and I did.
He smoked his cigar lifting his stained and worn out
mustache as he did. I stared at the sfocato eyes which looked like the eyes of
a dull hungry bat craving for blood. His thick fingers filled with grease at
every fold made a crackling noise as it unfolded
I watched as the hand reached out and watched till it neared
my throat
I tried…
- Ahena Mk