Sunday, March 31, 2013
#8Sunday - Drained - Episode 10: Here Kitty Kitty
I haven't done much writing the last few weeks, because I tore the tendons in my arm basically from the neck down and - because it hurts like the dickens - I was saving its usefulness for my calculus midterm that was on Thursday night. Since that's over, I suspect this week will be more productive. But probably not by much.
Anyway, because of the aforementioned situation, I'm carrying on this week where I left off last week.
"Michael," she purred, and I almost laughed at how preposterous it was that she would actually purr while communicating, especially with someone she was, without a doubt, planning on killing.
"Is this what they mean when they call something poetic justice?" I wanted to know.
"I don't guess I even like poetry, Ma'am, but I reckon so, he grunted.
I felt bad laughing in the shadow of his impending doom; even though that wasn't EXACTLY what I was doing.
"It's not," he countered, laughing himself. "You're laughing at this nut job purring like a kitty cat while preparing to hook me up to tubes and liberate my blood."
Mask lady was walking towards him. Was that a riding crop in her hand?
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