Seeking blood, she lures her victims in with subterfuge and false trappings of grace and good nature. Once sure she has her mandibles near pulsing vein, she strikes, all vestiges of “friendly” dropping to expose a viciousness that harbors ill-will toward all but her sisters in kind.
Such was my encounter with a woman who names herself JeanneT.
Lacking further desire to dance the macabre, I now watch as she and her sisters gather to spit and fume in a cacaphony of sanguine vulgarity ill-veiled as humor, their meal having evaded their clutching grasp.
MY WORDS TO YOU FOR THE DAY: Never assume you know who and what your chosen victim is and was.
Recently:
- Moving is Tough on Writing Novels
- Move complete & back online…when the DSL doesn’t falter
- Offline for a week.
- The ‘I’ Proposition
- No, I didn’t get eaten by my novel.
- Scott Heim reads We Disappear at last reading at Chelsea
- Hunger in the World
- What a Beta Reader Can & Cannot Do
- A Gift for Eternity Finds a Home
- Today’s Giggle: SE vs Employee, the Benefits — Not.
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