The Nick Of Time (and other abrasions)
A Heart Full Of Dust
by
Al Bruno III
(Thirty One)
Lily rolled onto her back as Kurt swung the metal club a second time. A fresh spiderweb of cracks worked its way across her vision.
He looked like a monster- his flesh mottled and gray, his teeth jutting from his lips like shards of broken glass. His rheumy, uneven eyes were filled with hate.
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