It’s the weekend and here is the next snippet from my story, Bewitched. Enjoy?
She looked up and glared at him. Her mind worked furiously on a story but couldn’t come up with anything. Which one had she already told him? Carol couldn’t remember. There were so many that the manipulations were getting mottled in her mind. Sometimes even she couldn’t tell what was true and what was fiction.
“I don’t have it,” was all Carol could come up with.
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“Did you bring it?” the raspy voice said from behind.
Carol turned to face the man and studied the slitty eyes peering from behind the ski mask. So the bastard came. His expression was detached, it wasn’t what she wanted to see. He won’t be fooled, not this time. But she needed what he had and would tell him anything to get it.
She glanced down at her sneakers again. God help her, the smudge was still there.