Six Sentence Sunday (or something)

“You buried a table leg in my chest last time, hunter. I drank your anger like wine.”

The only table leg she remembered burying in anyone’s chest had been the night Charysta died. She looked on him with new eyes.

“That body you inhabited wasn’t your own,” she voiced. The demon guffawed.


And then they found Tumblr. The end.

About Carrie Fulk Vaughn

Carrie Fulk Vaughn (C.V. Madison) is a licensed massage therapist, author of LGBTQIA, Urban fantasy, horror & romance. Gamer geek full of Mountain Dew and schadenfreude pie. Twitter addict. Ball jointed doll collector.

Posted on November 30, 2012, in Original Fiction. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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