“No, this one is purple. The last one was pink,” insisted Greta pointing to the small brick marker.
“The sun is setting, it just looks darker now,” said Jo with a hint of panic.
Above the crumbling half wall, the sun was setting. The sky shifted from a burning orange to a muted violet.
Out of their peripheral vision, they both saw a hint of movement. Something was watching them from around the corner.
“Remember to go for the throat,” hissed Jo, tightening her grip on her spear.
“I love you,” whispered Greta.
Jo blinked back tears and lunged forward.
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The pounding stopped suddenly. Lox unclenched her jaw and pressed her ear to the door her body had just been braced against. She held her breath as she listened, but couldn’t hear anything except the blood coursing through her body loud as bullets. The silence did nothing to ease the tension in her muscles. It didn’t make sense that the relentless attack would end so abruptly after hours.
By Kim Loostrom12 months ago in Fiction
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I like this intense with wonderment 😊
Oooooooh, fantastic writing!! Leaves me wanting to read more!