Marked Part II: The Phantom

Part I

She's evil, sending me here. So maybe I pulled Priya's tail one time too many and yes, I haven't memorized the entire Tao. Why does she insist we digest it anyway and ...”


“How long are you going to whine? It's clear why Matron sent you.”

“What! Who said that? Where are you? Show yourself?”

“Nads! You are hilarious. I suspect though your antics don't get a chuckle out of Matron.”

“This isn't real. There's no one here. I'm going mad. I'm hearing voices. Frack, Matron, please retrieve me. I promise, I'll leave the cat alone, I'll...

Stepping from the shadows, she stood, a smart smirk on her face. I'd like to reach out and slap it off, but the glistening blade, straddled across her breast gave me pause. How had she just a moment ago been eneveloped in darkness, and now she stood there, not much taller than the length of that blade, that ugly, meanacing, serrated edge blade with points like a beast's ragged teeth?

Every week, Thom posts 3 words. This week: evil, chuckle and serrated. This is part II of a story I'm writing. I take my cue from the words and go with it. Join us at 3WW.