Friday, 1 February 2013
Flash Fiction Friday: Don't touch the shades
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.