Don't touch the
shades
I had finally cornered
the woman that had killed seventeen men in five years and secured her
with handcuffs, before reaching forward to remove her sunglasses.
“Don't touch me,” the
woman hissed venomously.
“Listen lady it's
over.”
“My name is Anastasia
not lady and, if you want to live, you will leave the glasses alone.”
Grabbing at the glasses I
ripped them from her face. Instantly I regretted my actions as her
piercing, red, eyes bored deep into my soul and the razor sharp
fangs, which hadn't been there when I cuffed her, glinted in the
streetlights.
JSMorbius2013
http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.co.uk/2013/01/1-february-2013.html
3 comments:
Love it.... You never fail to please me...xx
In all fairness, she did tell him not to touch her. That's kind of like a warning, right? lol. I'm so curious about this woman. She wants to be called by her name and not lady, very interesting. Captivating flash. Well done, Julez.
Excellent flasher. You really drew me in. I loved the twist
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